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“The 904″ by Tim Pepper
Video by GemsonVHS
The woman woke up and walked to the road. She caught the 904. Sunday Driver was always the same. She liked the suit he wore. She was riding nowhere. She didn’t know his name. She was headed East but her desination changed; The minute that she saw him she promised she would stay. The minute that she saw him she knew that she would make her way into his lonely heart.
And the bus rolls on into forever at the break of dawn.
Two hearts beat strong; Thumping out a lonely song.
His beats in time, matching her rhyme.
Hers hums a song and his sings along.
Together but alone.
On the 904.
Sunday driver worked every weekend. He had his bills to pay. Every Sunday he’d ask for her name but only in his brain. He was driving nowhere. He knew the streets by name. The people all had faces but the faces always changed. The minute that he saw her her face became engraved. The minute that he saw her he knew that she had made her way into his lonely heart.
She keeps her eyes on the floor. He keeps his eyes on the door. So together they ride. They will always collide
On the 904
THE GOOD FIGHT – by Tim Pepper
We got drunk on the wine of life and we scattered out into the daze. Oh the daze they were crazy and hazy and wild when we still had the thoughts of a child. There were storms rolling in with the darkening skies but we still had those rose colored eyes. Now we’re desperately searching among horizons for the life we were promised we’d find.
Now we know that we’ve got to do better than this.
Now we’ve felt all the pain that comes after the kiss.
Now we swallow our dreams to our bellies of bliss
And we’re biding our time… In the good fight.
We believed that good fortune would follow the tides and come swelling up into our lives. We held fast to the knowledge that good men die receiving their God-given prize.
Good soldiers soldier on.
I think our purpose in this life goes something like this: Just be. Just live. Do some good while you can. If there’s something on your heart then attend to that thing. I don’t know if that covers all the bases but the point is that I think it’s a lot simpler than we make it sometimes.
I worry a lot about all sorts of things and when I wrote “Promises” I was worried about why God hadn’t been better to me. Why didn’t I have all the things and stuff that I wanted and thought I deserved? Come on, God! Help a brother out!
It’s weird looking back on songs because by the time you start looking back you’ve moved on and when I look back at this one I think, “What a nerve I had telling God that I deserved more than I had!”. Where I’m at now is a place in which I’m thinking, “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have so many good things happening.” If you looked at my life it would probably look like a pretty normal and average American life. That’s the thing though…. If I’m honest I know that there isn’t one thing that I really, really need. There’s a ton of stuff I want. But I’m lucky that I don’t need anything.
If you want to get philosophical about it…and I do want to get philosophical about it… Our entire lives are a gift and all we have to do with that is….SOMETHING. Every breath, every minute, every day, every hour is a gift and I’ll be the first to say I’ve wasted a good portion of that gift with wishing things were different.
The reason I haven’t relegated this song to the, “Songs I Don’t Want to Play Anymore” pile is because I still like it. And whether I still feel what I felt when I wrote it doesn’t really matter because when I wrote it it was real for me and I think it’s a thing that a lot of people have probably felt too.
When you’ve got the blues, you sing the blues. Keep in mind that,like the blues, life is life is life…so go live it.
PROMISES – by Tim Pepper
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