A music video from the recent past!
I’m testing hosting this video on WordPress. The other options include YouTube, which I currently use, Vimeo, which is a strangely-set up thing and self-hosting on my Netsol space, which I will try next. This week web hosting became a partisan issue. Who would have thought?
Omaha, from August and Everything After, Mark Urso, Epiphone guitar.
Written by Adam Duritz for Counting Crows.
Omaha by Mark Urso
Lyrics are below.
Please feel free to comment!
Mark Urso
mark@markurso.com
@A_Candle_Lit
Lyrics
Start tearing the old man down
Run past the heather and down to the old road
Start turning the grain into the ground! Roll a new leaf over!
In the middle of the night there’s an old man treading around in the gathering rain
Hey mister, if you’re gonna walk on water
Could you drop a line my way?
Omaha! Somewhere in middle America!
Get right to the heart of matters! It’s the heart that matters more!
I think you better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door!
Start threading the needle!
Brush past the shuttle that slides through the cold room
Start turning the wool across the wire! Roll a new life over!
In the middle of the night there’s an old man threading his toes through a bucket of rain
Hey mister, you don’t want to walk on water!
You’re only gonna to walk all over me!
Omaha! Somewhere in middle America!
Get right to the heart of matters! It’s the heart that matters more!
I think you better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door
Start running the banner down!
Drop past the color, come up through the summer rain
Start turning the girl into the ground! Roll a new love over!
In the middle of the day there’s a young man rollin’ around in the earth and rain
Hey mister, if you’re gonna to walk on water
You know you’re only gonna to walk all over me
Omaha! Somewhere in middle America!
Get right to the heart of matters! It’s the heart that matters more!
I think you better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door! (x2)
Oh, I said Omaha, Sunday morning …
I’m coming home today!
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