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“Sam Stone” by John Prine really hits home about addiction and the unseen aftermath of war
Posted on 8/9/21 at 10:59 pm
Posted on 8/9/21 at 10:59 pm
Powerful song
Bluegrass Cover version of Sam Stone
Sam Stone-by John Prine
Sam Stone came home
To his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas
And the time that he served
Had shattered all his nerves
And left a little shrapnel in his knees
But the morphine eased the pain
And the grass grew round his brain
And gave him all the confidence he lacked
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
Sam Stone's welcome home
Didn't last too long
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And Sam, he took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime
And the gold roared through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request
While the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost its fun
There was nothing to be done
But trade his house that he bought on the GI bill
For a flag-draped casket on a local hero's hill
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
Not mine. Far better.
I feel for the ones who come home ravaged by pain.
Bluegrass Cover version of Sam Stone
Sam Stone-by John Prine
Sam Stone came home
To his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas
And the time that he served
Had shattered all his nerves
And left a little shrapnel in his knees
But the morphine eased the pain
And the grass grew round his brain
And gave him all the confidence he lacked
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
Sam Stone's welcome home
Didn't last too long
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And Sam, he took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime
And the gold roared through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request
While the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost its fun
There was nothing to be done
But trade his house that he bought on the GI bill
For a flag-draped casket on a local hero's hill
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
Not mine. Far better.
I feel for the ones who come home ravaged by pain.
This post was edited on 8/10/21 at 8:19 am
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Posted on 8/9/21 at 11:00 pm to fr33manator
Paradise is also a tear jerker.
Posted on 8/9/21 at 11:01 pm to fr33manator
quote:
Sam Stone
Posted on 8/9/21 at 11:01 pm to fr33manator
Addiction is the consequence of looking for healing and fulfillment in other things besides Jesus Christ. There, I said it.
Posted on 8/9/21 at 11:02 pm to fr33manator
Nope. Not tonight, fr33. Not tonight.
Posted on 8/9/21 at 11:03 pm to fr33manator
I like Billy Dee by Kris Kristofferson
Posted on 8/9/21 at 11:04 pm to fr33manator
John Prine is great. The opioid epidemic and everything surrounding it is upsetting.
Posted on 8/9/21 at 11:04 pm to fr33manator
John Prine is an amazing writer. The Nanci Griffith cover of his Speed of the Sound of Loneliness is one of my favorites.
Posted on 8/9/21 at 11:05 pm to Eli Goldfinger
quote:I prefer the cover by Jim & Jesse for the harmonies, though it unforgivably doesn't use the classic last verse from the original
Paradise is also a tear jerker
Posted on 8/9/21 at 11:06 pm to fr33manator
quote:Soul cover
Sam Stone
Posted on 8/9/21 at 11:06 pm to fr33manator
Reminds me I wanted to look up Lake Marie lyrics.
Heard that this morning at 5AM in Lee Circle and shite was just...strange.
Heard that this morning at 5AM in Lee Circle and shite was just...strange.
Posted on 8/9/21 at 11:09 pm to fightin tigers
quote:
Lee Circle
Posted on 8/9/21 at 11:10 pm to Kafka
Nothing like sitting in downtown NOLA at 5am hearing someone sing about John Wayne Gacy
Posted on 8/9/21 at 11:16 pm to fr33manator
Addiction is a cancer that always threatens to kill even if you beat it. frick alcoholism.
The isolation of the pandemic is driving social drinkers to drink all day. I smell it on a lot of people very early.
Posted on 8/9/21 at 11:17 pm to DiamondDog
You say a lot of stupid shite
Posted on 8/9/21 at 11:51 pm to fr33manator
Using Again - Benjamin Todd
I'm living low down and I am using again
I'm hating my name cause I am cursed like my kin
And if I should see you before I am condemned
I hope you're deceived by the webs that I spin
I wish I was who I appear
'Cause I despise the man in the mirror
Lost deep inside of my dirty old soul
Some starry-eyed boy never taught self control
The cost of my living was more than I planned
So I held a needle like a gun in my hand
And I wish I was who I appear
Cause I despise the man in the mirror
The memories I've got torture my head
And I don't know God but I heard he was dead
And if I am wrong in judgement I stand
I will not repent cause I don't give a damn
You can send me to Hell with the rest of my friends
And I wish I was who I appear
Cause I despise the man in the mirror
I'm living low down and I am using again
I'm living low down and I am using again
I'm hating my name cause I am cursed like my kin
And if I should see you before I am condemned
I hope you're deceived by the webs that I spin
I wish I was who I appear
'Cause I despise the man in the mirror
Lost deep inside of my dirty old soul
Some starry-eyed boy never taught self control
The cost of my living was more than I planned
So I held a needle like a gun in my hand
And I wish I was who I appear
Cause I despise the man in the mirror
The memories I've got torture my head
And I don't know God but I heard he was dead
And if I am wrong in judgement I stand
I will not repent cause I don't give a damn
You can send me to Hell with the rest of my friends
And I wish I was who I appear
Cause I despise the man in the mirror
I'm living low down and I am using again
Posted on 8/9/21 at 11:53 pm to BowlJackson
I will rise is another one of his great songs
Posted on 8/10/21 at 12:13 am to Misnomer
Some of those lines just hit so damn hard.
“There’s a hole in daddy’s arm, where all the money goes.”
And
“Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios”
“There’s a hole in daddy’s arm, where all the money goes.”
And
“Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios”
Posted on 8/10/21 at 12:18 am to fightin tigers
quote:
Reminds me I wanted to look up Lake Marie lyrics.
Heard that this morning at 5AM in Lee Circle and shite was just...strange.
You know what blood looks like in a black and white video?
Shadows, shadows
Posted on 8/10/21 at 5:16 am to fr33manator
Great song. I love John Prine. Are you a Townes Van Zandt fan? Country guys back then sure could write some lyrics.
Townes Van Zandt - Mr Mud and Mr Gold - youtube
Townes Van Zandt - Mr Mud and Mr Gold - youtube
This post was edited on 8/10/21 at 5:18 am
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