His high hat

His high hat

gregjwere's picture

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Liner Notes: 

Song is about the dangers of elitism wherever we find it, in other or in ourselves.

Lyrics: 

His High Hat:
(Conventional Tuning)

It comes all colours and shades,
Carrying some tired new name,
Riding in the twilight between things you've already framed.

Never stays long deep in town,
Just long enough to run someone down,
Sidling up to the shallow, broken, witless, and proud.

Pasted to a pole in the street, is the poster of just who you'll meet,
In his high hat.

And you wonder what time you should give,
To this man selling oil through his sieve,
All that you hear is his wheeze, from under his high hat.

With every stale breath that he breathes,
The simple fall down to their knees,
Another new 'ism' falls from the sky if you please

Tying his horse to his rails,
Of beginnings where everyone fails,
Through his high hat.

And you wonder what time you should give,
To this man selling oil through his sieve,
All that you hear is his wheeze, from under his high hat.

All that you hear is his wheeze, from under his high hat.



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Comments

billwhite51's picture

those guitars set up and maintain a propulsive groove that moves the song along at a brisk clip. High Hat is the perfect title for the syndrime you explore here, and i like how you do not identify the creep, as he could be anyone. as frank zappa said in plastic people, "you think we're talking about someone else"

coolparadiso's picture

guitars immediately reminded me of america, then went spanish on me, then Lindisfarne! perhaps i have a wandering mind today! Whatever this is a fine song all round. on my saved list. love the lyric, real class

standup's picture

Pretty, flowing guitars, I like the sound from the start.

That high hat is a cool central image. A seller of snake oil. Wheezing stale breath. I like those images.

Great lyrics - instant classic. That drawn out delivery of the title is a mighty fine hook. And the context is, sadly, universal and instantly recognisable; we're just as vulnerable to this sort of charlatan here on the other side of the pond. We have a big one in charge, and an even bigger, unelected one pulling the strings behind him.

I was listening to see if I could hear the crackle of a campfire in the midst of this; it instantly calls up images of the great outdoors (albeit with a rather gorgeous indoor ambience on the percussive taps on the guitar and the edge of the vocals). What a splendid bit of Americana you have here. Loved it.

Tim Fatchen's picture

mmm what a nice intro, sets a serious tone and a hook at the same time. The contrast between the guitar pushing and the slow delivery complement each other so well...this is classic. I'm gonna stop typing and just listen. There better be a download button somewhere or else! [EDIT dammit there isn't!! grrrrr]