Uncle Tupelo
Uncle Tupelo
Uncle Tupelo
Uncle Tupelo & Doug Sahm
Uncle Tupelo
Uncle Tupelo
Uncle Tupelo
Uncle Tupelo
Uncle Tupelo
Uncle Tupelo
Uncle Tupelo
Uncle Tupelo
When questioned about the meaning of this song during a 1994 broadcast performance by Uncle Tupelo, Jay Farrar describes that the song isn’t “lyrically straight forward,” however it is made up of “impressions,” presumably informed by the recent signing of the band to major label Warner Records and t...
A worn out joke to keep the flies away
Carried it this far
Got the west side winds to keep it steady
Bury the hatchets we find
Could carry that heavy load
If I really thought it would matter
Farcical hair appears
As a blind side, clean the slate
Working in the halls of shame
Lay it down in full view
Lay it down
What the Hell were we thinking
Before the fire burned out?
I can't find you now
And I didn't know you then
Loneliness drinks the bitters
Til the cold winds warm again
It's a feel for the game
Mouth open wide, screams and hollers
Working in the halls of shame
Lay it down in full view
Lay it down
I gambled once and won, never made a dollar
And beauty fades to gray
And I pray the very best will guard her
And provide the way
It's a telltale sign
When it's chairs up, and time to go
Working in the halls of shame
Lay it down in full view
Lay it down
Slate was written by Jeff Tweedy & Jay Farrar.
Slate was produced by Brian Paulson.
Uncle Tupelo released Slate on Tue Oct 05 1993.