I remember staying with Evan, waking up around 8, and realizing he was already up writing songs. He’s one one of the best, most dedicated songwriters I know. ~Jason Eady
“1968″ is one of those songs that you’re drawn to instantly, but after a few listens you realize it’s much deeper than you first thought. It’ll probably leave you scratching your head and give you an unsettling feeling that you know this song is greatness, but just can’t figure out all the pieces that make it so good.
The main reason for that is that it’s not a straight forward ballad or linear story like many of us are used to listening to. Rather, it’s an abstract song that weaves an amazing, deep story. I poured over the lyrics for weeks trying to make sense of them and finally couldn’t help but reach out to Evan to get a little more info on this song.
The whole theme of this song is having someone that is gone, come back around. It takes inspiration from the deaths of Bobby Kennedy to Martin Luther King, but doesn’t spell out the story for you. ~Evan Felker
This song puts music lovers in a great tension between wanting to understand the story and just letting it soak in for what it is. I compare the tension it creates a bit like looking at a piece of art by Van Gogh where you stare at the beauty of something that seemingly breaks the rules of traditional art. And in this case you just have to sit back and let that music part of our soul be fed by something that may not tell you all the answers to the story. But just maybe… if you let it… it’ll reveal something to you about your own past.
“1968″ by Turnpike Troubadours
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There ain’t a thing in the world to take me back
Like a dark-haired girl in a Cadillac
On main street of an old forgotten town.
The sun light shines in fine white lines
On weathered stores with open signs
They may as well just close ‘em down.
And you look like 1968 or was it ‘69
When I heard you caught a bullet
Well I guess you’re doing fine
And you speak of revolution
Like it’s some place that you’ve been
Well you’ve been a long time gone
Good too see you my old friend.
Oh now that sign is gone away
Replaced instead by silver age
and moonlight falling on the avenue.
Oh and I could sleep if you would drive
I just can’t keep my mind alive
And you’ve got nothing better else to do
And we’ve all been looking for you
Like a hobo you walk in
Well how the mighty all have fallen
How the holy all have sinned.
Is that the clattering of sabers
Or the cool September winds
Well you’ve been a long time gone
Good to see you my old friend.
And there’s just two times a day like this
You find this kind of blissfulness
The sun it sets and rises in the morn.
And we’re shakin hands; I rub my eyes
Free up all my alibis
Just a blinking like the day I was born
And you look like 1968 or was it ‘69
When I heard you caught a bullet
Well I guess you’re doing fine
And you speak of revolution
Like it’s some place that you’ve been
Well you’ve been a long time gone
Good too see you my old friend.
And when the rounds were fired that April you were on the balcony
When ten thousand tear drops hit the ground in Memphis, Tennessee
You were a prideful rebel yell among a million marching men.
And you’ve been a long time gone
Good to see you my old friend
Well you’ve been a long time gone
Good to see you my old friend.