A few people (mostly young people) have asked me about the tag line for this blog (Writing Through the Desert on a Blog with No Name). What in the world does THAT mean? Those in my age bracket will most likely get the reference. For the Paduans among us, it’s a reference to an old song; one of my favorites. Perhaps this will help clear things up – just for fun.
America: A Horse With No Name
Songwriters: BUNNELL, DEWEY
On the first part of the journey,
I was looking at all the life.
There were plants and birds. and rocks and things,
There was sand and hills and rings.
The first thing I met, was a fly with a buzz,
And the sky, with no clouds.
The heat was hot, and the ground was dry,
But the air was full of sound.I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name,
It felt good to be out of the rain.
In the desert you can remember your name,
‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain.
La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
I was looking at all the life.
There were plants and birds. and rocks and things,
There was sand and hills and rings.
The first thing I met, was a fly with a buzz,
And the sky, with no clouds.
The heat was hot, and the ground was dry,
But the air was full of sound.I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name,
It felt good to be out of the rain.
In the desert you can remember your name,
‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain.
La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
After two days, in the desert sun,
My skin began to turn red.
After three days, in the desert fun,
I was looking at a river bed.
And the story it told, of a river that flowed,
Made me sad to think it was dead.
My skin began to turn red.
After three days, in the desert fun,
I was looking at a river bed.
And the story it told, of a river that flowed,
Made me sad to think it was dead.
You see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name,
It felt good to be out of the rain.
In the desert you can remember your name,
‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain.
La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
It felt good to be out of the rain.
In the desert you can remember your name,
‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain.
La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
After nine days, I let the horse run free,
‘Cause the desert had turned to sea.
There were plants and birds, and rocks and things,
There was sand and hills and rings.
The ocean is a desert, with it’s life underground,
And a perfect disguise above.
Under the cities lies, a heart made of ground,
But the humans will give no love.
‘Cause the desert had turned to sea.
There were plants and birds, and rocks and things,
There was sand and hills and rings.
The ocean is a desert, with it’s life underground,
And a perfect disguise above.
Under the cities lies, a heart made of ground,
But the humans will give no love.
You see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name,
It felt good to be out of the rain.
In the desert you can remember your name,
‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain.La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
It felt good to be out of the rain.
In the desert you can remember your name,
‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain.La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
Oh Allan, the first time I visited your blog I understood the reference and loved it! Guess that makes me part of your generation (which is another reference to a great song from said era!).
It’s funny how songs and lyrics work their way into our lives and stick there for the duration – thanks for a great blast from the past.
I have sometimes wondered about why it is that I still remember some songs from my youth: A Horse with No Name, Cherokee Nation (I’m 1/8th Cherokee), Mr. Bojangles, Rings, A Bridge Over Troubled Waters, and others that made a deep impression on me at the time and have stayed with me all these decades, but haven’t heard anything recently that makes such a long lasting impression. Sure I hear some songs I like, but don’t wake up with their lyrics running through my head. Have I become case-hardened over the years or is the music just not as good as it was? Thanks for dropping in Gae-Lynn – and for commenting!
That’s the thing with a lot of today’s songs, virtually here today and gone tomorrow. A lot of the songs from our generation had a story behind it where today a lot of it is words with no real meaning with noise as background. Or is that being a little harsh 😉
In recent years I have come to a better understanding of my father. I remember him standing in the doorway of my bedroom saying, “You call that stuff music?” Now I find myself saying the same thing to young people. And I suppose they will get their turn in a couple of decades. Thanks for joining in Sire.
The desert’s no place for a human to spend much time, unless Jesus is with them. If they’re alone then the desert will eat them one way or another for sure.
Boy do I agree with that. I’ve spent time in Texas and Nevada deserts, and knew people who loved it there. Not my cup of tea at all.
I remember it well. But then, I ain’t no paduan.
With the passing of years comes experience, with experience comes wisdom. Yeees… Hmmm…. (That’s my Yoda impression) 🙂 Thanks for joining in Greta.
Always got the reference, and a good song to connect to.
That is because you, like I, are old as dirt. 🙂 It’s the paduans who are scratching their heads in confusion.