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song by Josh Ritter is probably the only song that has ever made me think of Idaho in a romantic, wistful, longing sense. Worth 99 cents. Favorite lyrics:
Wolves oh wolves oh can't you see?
Ain't no wolf can sing like me
And if it could then I suppose
He belongs in Idaho
I about choked to death on my soda from laughing when I read this.
ReplyDeleteYou laugh, but I honestly like this song. I have listened to it 113 times since I bought it April 3. That's like twice a day, every day.
ReplyDeleteKeep off the path, beware the gate,
ReplyDeletewatch out for signs that say "hidden driveways".
Don't let the chlorine in your eyes
blind you to the awful surprise
that's waitin' for you at
the bottom of the bottomless blue blue blue pool.
You're livin in your own Private Idaho. Idaho.
You're out of control, the rivers that roll,
you fell into the water and down to Idaho.
Get out of that state,
get out of that state you're in.
You better beware.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
I love Josh Ritter! If you're into that sort of indie folk-pop (how else to describe it?) check out Rocky Votolato ("Postcard from Kentucky") and Fruit Bats ("Seaweed," but really all of their songs...they're fab.)
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