• Artist: Andy Conrad
  • Title: Tumbleweed Woman
  • Genre: Rock - Indie Rock
  • Mood: Down/Dark/Melancholic
  • Speed: Medium Fast (95-130)
  • Instruments: Real Drums/Drum Kit, Acoustic Guitar (Guitar, Banjo, Mandolin), All Other, Bass, Keyboards/Organs
  • Track type: Lyric - Full Length
  • Date added: 1/5/2012
  • Lyric themes: Soul Searching, Sentimental, Regret, Longing, Loneliness
  • Lyrics: Nature flies into the unnatural. The old lady, she nurtures and waits for the old man with the worm, but he's busy on the fencepost with a novel idea. He can leave behind what he started and start someone else. Start her on the same burning page, never look behind or ahead, to keep feeding and never grow. To stay on course instead for a crash, a crash into the window. Just when he's feeling a little bit alone, he'll remember you calling him back home. Oh tumbleweed, hey listen please, tumbleweed woman. I'm back in your two-bit town field of freedom. Ooh he's reformed and reborn, care given to the actual remedy for which the spell that bound him to the tree was scorned. Whose limbs rendered him unforgiven. He felt pacified, ya he was satisfied. He has a ceremony left to perform. Just when he's feeling a little bit alone, he'll remember you calling him back home. Oh tumbleweed, hey listen please, tumbleweed woman. I'm back in your two-bit town field of freedom. A procession that leads him past mistakes and regrets, refines him, makes him back into one piece and spreads that unity into a new serenity. The sheer fascination with being in this place at this tick of the clock and this tumble of thought. He's just trying to get home. Everyone's just trying to get home. Just when he's feeling a little bit alone, he'll remember you calling him back home. Oh tumbleweed, hey listen please, tumbleweed woman. I'm back in your two-bit town field of freedom. Oh, tumbleweed woman, I'm back in your two-bit town field of freedom.
  • Keywords: sad, Bass, Garage, Lo-Fi

About Andy Conrad

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Born. Got Beatles 20 Mostest Bestest as a birthday gift in 6th grade.

I am from Kansas City, a conservative community on the verge of falling into an ocean of grains and pastures.

Many moons ago, I squirreled away some coin and bought a south of the border Strat. I am left-handed and arrived at the fiddle shop wanting a left-handed guitar. The wheelchair-rolling owner advised me to play a right-handed “gee-tar,” because I would ...

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