Georgia - Song Explanation


Intro:


Before I tell you about this song and what it means to me, I encourage you to listen to it, read through the lyrics, and draw some of your own conclusions. I fear that sharing a songs origin before you get to listen takes away from your own interpretation, that could be something you need. I don't want to be so bold as to say this song can move you or provide a deeper value then just entertainment, but I hesitate even more to take that possibility away.


So my suggested order (For any song).


- Listen

- Read the Lyrics - Maybe listen again - Guess what you think it's about, or make it about whatever you need it to be - Then read what the writer had in mind

- Listen again and see how the thoughts overlap




Lyrics:


I'm heading back to Georgia with my tail between my legs

Pockets they are empty as my mind

I couldn't find a thought, and a thought couldn't find me

I'm crying in the dark, wishing I could sleep

I'm heading back my head hung in defeat


Comfort me sweet Jesus, someone hold me in their arms

I'm on the side of the road, kicking stones at passing cars

I do not have a cup, and I surely have no bread

I ain't asking for forgiveness

I'm heading to Georgia instead


Thank yous are in order to everyone I met

Who ever gave a moment of their time

But anger takes me over, and I haven't simmered yet

Or whispered even one word, to let them know how much that meant

I'm heading back and I'm carrying that debt


Comfort me sweet Jesus, someone hold me in their arms

I'm on the side of the road, kicking stones at passing cars

I do not have a cup, and I surely have no bread

I ain't asking for forgiveness

I'm heading to Georgia instead


Add me to your prayer list, send me up to heaven high

I gave up on trying, cause it failed me every time


I feel others passing me, and I flash a bitter smile

I do not care if they win or lose

Or fall down on the ground, I look the other way

Makes me sick that I, find comfort in their pain

I'm heading back, my hands are clearly stained


Comfort me sweet Jesus, someone hold me in their arms

I'm on the side of the road, kicking stones at passing cars

I do not have a cup, and I surely have no bread

I ain't asking for forgiveness

I ain't asking for forgiveness

I ain't asking for forgiveness

I'm heading to Georgia instead



Song Explanation:


Every once and a while, you can cut through the self deprecation as a musician and say "Hey that's a pretty good song". This song does that for me.


This song came from an encounter with a very drunk man in Canton, OH. He felt the need to share with me a good chunk of his recent year or two of relationship matters.


The general interpretation of his story is as follows:


He was living somewhere in the south, that piece eludes my memory. I know that it was not in Georgia, but perhaps a neighboring state? He was living with a girl whom he was in love with. Sure they had their ups and downs, but still, love.


Bam. No more love. One thing about that is the higher your build it up that farther you have to fall. So this girl broke his heart, didn't want anything to do with him anymore and he didn't know where to go. Everyone thought he would be heading to Georgia, since that is where his parents lived.


In his late 30's, he wasn't thrilled about the fact of moving back in with mom and dad. His "friends" felt he had a drinking problem (astute friends), and basically wrote him off as a failure, convinced he would slink back to his roots and slowly fade away.


Not so! Not so at all!


There is a patch of land, a sweet oasis, nestled into the rolling hills of the buckeye state. Enter, Canton, OH. Ahh how sweet the sound.


Packing up what he had left to his name, he found a path of employment in being a bartender. Having trained in the consumption of this profession's wares, it was the logical, healthy, and constructive choice. The future was looking bright, slightly out of focus and smelling like sour beer, but oh so bright.


"You can't keep me down, I don't need forgiveness, I don't need anyone" (This is somewhat of a paraphrase, but a take-away "moral of the story" if one exists).


Walking away from this conversation, I found pieces of it entering my thoughts over the next few days. I started to create a character, one who was bitter and unable to lay the past to rest. Instead of admitting wrong-doings or short-comings, he sulked away to stew and fester.


It spoke to me, as I have things I'm stubborn about. Relationships that I find myself being jealous of. Mistakes I see others make, that I look at with an odd comfort, that I am not alone in being imperfect. Pretty sour characteristics to admit to, and in reflection, I don't ask for forgiveness enough. I won't be so brazen as to assume others find similar comfort, but I wonder. Is it easier for other people to be happy for others? Is it a lack of humility on my part? Is it an issue with confidence?


Regardless, this sort of thinking has been healthy for me to admit shortcomings and always push to grow. Songs help me collect thoughts and speak to my inner demons. Letting them know I have them in my sights and am ready to chip away at their hold on me.


Listen to this song and see what it says to you, and forgive me for not being the person I want to be just yet. I'll get there.


** Also I know that this should technically be titled Canton, but Georgia is a prettier word to sing in my opinion.


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Ben Gage is a songwriter from Akron, OH.

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