No Room In Your Bag (redux with harpejji) - #36 of 262

by Brendan Milburn

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This is the thirty-sixth of my proposed 262 song-a-weeks. If you wanna see the video, it's here: youtu.be/Hh4y0JJAGe4 -- and if you want to help me keep doing this, throw me a buck a song at my Patreon: www.patreon.com/BrendanMilburn

lyrics

She said in 1967 she got married to my father with a borrowed pair of bluejeans and a bridesmaid
And San Francisco was a bubble of excitement like a butterfly a-flapping in the stomach of a decade
She didn't know exactly everything he'd been through
She didn't know exactly what she'd gotten into

She got an offer from a magazine to write about the music scene because they liked her resume and bio
She told her husband who'd been offered a position on the faculty of music at a college in Ohio
He said, "you either take this job or save our marriage."
She put her luggage in the back of his carriage

She said, "you make a choice, you make a call.
You may rise, you may fall.
You will pay for what you get,
But you got no room in your bag for regret."

She said that 1975 was like a purgatory doing needlepoint inside a decompression chamber
And Cincinnati was a garden of conservatism growing like a vine that tried to tie her down and tame her
She said, "Now surely there has been a big mistake here.
This ain't resembling the mark I want to make here."

She saw her future like a single at the bottom of a stack of records that'll never ever see the buzz bin
And she had subjugated all of her desires for the good of the family unit and the betterment of the husband
She saw that they had not been marching to the same drum
She took her son and hit the road to where she came from.

She said, "you make a choice, you make a call.
You may rise, you may fall.
You will pay for what you get,
But you got no room in your bag for regret."

She drove that beat-up Pinto out to California
She kept the windows down and the air was hot and dry
She kept hearing Joe Cocker on the radio
Singing "You Are So Beautiful," and it always made her cry
And in the rear-view mirror, piled high were crib and walker,
Toys and clothes and little shoes for little tiny feet.
There ain't no room in here for things she wished she might have done,
Only her behind the wheel,
And a consequence of all her actions,
Fast asleep on the passenger seat.

(yeah, yeah, yeah)

She said that 1989 was like a fuse that burned inexorably to the dynamite of my departure
And she was sad that I was growing up and glad to shoot me out into the world like an arrow from an archer
As I was packing up to leave and go to college,
She took a minute to impart a bit of knowledge:

"you make a choice, you make a call.
You may rise above it all.
You will pay for what you get,
But you got no room in your bag for regret."

credits

released May 27, 2017
all singing and instrumenting and producering by Brendan Milburn.
the song is copyright (c) 2001 by Brendan Milburn, my hat music (ASCAP) (the copyright for the recording itself is (c) 2017)
administered by WB Music Corp

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Brendan Milburn Seattle, Washington

Brendan Milburn writes songs and is a stay-at-home dad. Sometimes he writes musicals, songs for animated movies, shows for Disney parks and cruise lines. He used to play in a band called GrooveLily. He is trying to loosen the heck up after being tightly wound for a long time. ... more

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