That Junk Meant More Than Me
Rusty Delta blues stomp, male vocals, dry ribbon-mic grit, Fingerpicked resonator guitar and thudding foot stomp drive the groove; occasional slide licks answer the vocal, Verses stay intimate and conversational, chorus hits with ragged gang shouts on the title line, Light room reverb, keep the mix mono and mean, delta blues, raw
[Verse 1] Found my picture in the ashtray Burned down halfway through But that busted TV in the corner You talked sweeter to that than you ever did to me [Chorus] That junk meant more than me Old chair Cracked screen And your memories You held on tight to every broken thing But you let go You let go of me [Verse 2] You kept that coat with the torn sleeve From some winter I ain’t seen But my shirts went out in a trash bag Guess I didn’t match your color scheme [Chorus] [Bridge] You polished up that old guitar Wouldn’t let my shadow touch the case But this tired heart you played to pieces You just left it in the same place [Chorus]
