Lirik Lagu Holiday - James McMurtry
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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The in-laws are waiting the games have begunThe cell phone keeps ringing “don’t answer it hon”The whole thing’s arranged just to aggravate DadAnd it’s amateur day on the old super slabThe kids are strapped down like a half load of pipeAll safe in their car seats they fuss and they gripeWell you can’t hardly blame ‘em it must be a bitchCounting the crosses off down in the ditchThis one’s got flowers, this one’s got a wreathThis one’s got a name painted down underneathWas the road all iced up, were they going too fastHere’s five in a circle left from the last holidayHoliday
There’s a three-trailer rig just a throwin’ up sprayNot legal to run on this kind of a dayBut god damn the smokies and the four wheelers tooStay offa my bumpers or the same goes for youThere’ll be none for himHe that wants it the mostAs he hauls it on out to the Oregon coastNo turkey no gravy no Zinfandel wineYou just stay over right and we’ll get along fineHe’s missing the football, missing the funHe’d play with the grandkids but he’s off on a runAnd some hat’s on the radio singing his songBut it don’t make a damnHe’s in for a long holidayHoliday
Now granny she’s yellingShe’s ready to eatShe’s havin’ conniptions‘Cause they won’t take their seatsBut she’s got ‘em all gathered now under one roofWith her camcorder loadedShe’s gonna get proofBut do you have to wear thatWell I just don’t see whyPlease pass the potatoesAw eat shit and dieDid you hear about Ellen, she’s leaving, you knowHow ‘bout those Packers, think it’ll snow?And the minute it’s over they’ll scatter like quailOff down the freeway in the teeth of a galeSilent and shattered And numb to the coreThey count themselves luckyThey got through one more holidayHoliday
The highway patrolmanHe stands in the rainHe just lets it run down to soften the stainOf the blood on his pant legFrom working that wreckAnd he won’t forget itIn time for the next holiday
Departing Chicago at 9:52In clean desert camo all baggy and looseSits an Iowa Guardsman alone by the gateThe place sure looked different, in 1968
When he traveled with mom, first time on a planeTo visit some kin, he’s forgotten their namesBut he remembers the soldiers, still in their teensIn their spit polished boots and their pressed army greensWith the creases so sharp, and their faces so smoothBut their eyes looked so heavy, he wondered how they could moveNow he’s got that same look, like his insides are blackHe’s in his mid forties and he has to go backAnd he can’t even smoke while he waits for his planeThe uniform’s different, but the mission remainsTo do like they tell you, don’t make a fussWhy’s not an issue, so don’t think too muchYou just do what you have to, shut up and driveIf you come apart later, well at least you’re aliveYou can get you some help, you can deal with it thenAnd life will be better, ‘til it happens again
‘Cause there’s something inside us that won’t let us beIn stalks through our days ‘til it’s too dark to seeAnd it’s damn near as deadly as Texans on iceLord don’t they beat allY’all have a nice holiday
There’s a three-trailer rig just a throwin’ up sprayNot legal to run on this kind of a dayBut god damn the smokies and the four wheelers tooStay offa my bumpers or the same goes for youThere’ll be none for himHe that wants it the mostAs he hauls it on out to the Oregon coastNo turkey no gravy no Zinfandel wineYou just stay over right and we’ll get along fineHe’s missing the football, missing the funHe’d play with the grandkids but he’s off on a runAnd some hat’s on the radio singing his songBut it don’t make a damnHe’s in for a long holidayHoliday
Now granny she’s yellingShe’s ready to eatShe’s havin’ conniptions‘Cause they won’t take their seatsBut she’s got ‘em all gathered now under one roofWith her camcorder loadedShe’s gonna get proofBut do you have to wear thatWell I just don’t see whyPlease pass the potatoesAw eat shit and dieDid you hear about Ellen, she’s leaving, you knowHow ‘bout those Packers, think it’ll snow?And the minute it’s over they’ll scatter like quailOff down the freeway in the teeth of a galeSilent and shattered And numb to the coreThey count themselves luckyThey got through one more holidayHoliday
The highway patrolmanHe stands in the rainHe just lets it run down to soften the stainOf the blood on his pant legFrom working that wreckAnd he won’t forget itIn time for the next holiday
Departing Chicago at 9:52In clean desert camo all baggy and looseSits an Iowa Guardsman alone by the gateThe place sure looked different, in 1968
When he traveled with mom, first time on a planeTo visit some kin, he’s forgotten their namesBut he remembers the soldiers, still in their teensIn their spit polished boots and their pressed army greensWith the creases so sharp, and their faces so smoothBut their eyes looked so heavy, he wondered how they could moveNow he’s got that same look, like his insides are blackHe’s in his mid forties and he has to go backAnd he can’t even smoke while he waits for his planeThe uniform’s different, but the mission remainsTo do like they tell you, don’t make a fussWhy’s not an issue, so don’t think too muchYou just do what you have to, shut up and driveIf you come apart later, well at least you’re aliveYou can get you some help, you can deal with it thenAnd life will be better, ‘til it happens again
‘Cause there’s something inside us that won’t let us beIn stalks through our days ‘til it’s too dark to seeAnd it’s damn near as deadly as Texans on iceLord don’t they beat allY’all have a nice holiday
