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Mommy Daddy You and I Lyrics
All the way home from Baltimore
We couldn't find a seat
Conductor says he's sorry for
The blisters on our feet
Comes a-riding in a bus
The high and the low
Mommy, daddy, you and I
Going on a trip
And we're not going home
Mommy, daddy, you and I
Driving, keep driving
Driving, driving all night
Sleeping on my daddy's shoulder
Drinking from a paper cup
And I'm wearing my grandfather's clothes
And they say that up North it gets cold
Crawling out of bed one night
Walking in my sleep
We're not the only family
To take this little trip
Driving all the way up
It's thirty below
Mommy, daddy, you and I
Even little kids
Getting ready to go
Mommy, daddy,you and I
Chilly, chilly-willy
It's colder the further we go
Some are born to take advantage
But saying it don't make it so
So hold me and don't let me go
'Cause the sidewalks are covered with snow
He's speaking English now
And he's smoothing out his clothes
He's Mr. Button Down
He's leaving home
Making changes day by day
And we still ain't got no plan
How we gonna make our way
In this foreign land?
Well we'll keep driving, keep driving
Driving with all of our might
Changing, still changing
Changing the water of life
Keep that little man a shining
See how the tail can wag the dog
And we're all riding in this old bus
And the driver is singing to us
And we're wearing out grandfather's clothes
'Cause we heard that up North it gets cold
We couldn't find a seat
Conductor says he's sorry for
The blisters on our feet
The high and the low
Mommy, daddy, you and I
Going on a trip
Mommy, daddy, you and I
Driving, keep driving
Driving, driving all night
Drinking from a paper cup
And I'm wearing my grandfather's clothes
And they say that up North it gets cold
Walking in my sleep
We're not the only family
To take this little trip
It's thirty below
Mommy, daddy, you and I
Even little kids
Mommy, daddy,you and I
Chilly, chilly-willy
It's colder the further we go
But saying it don't make it so
So hold me and don't let me go
'Cause the sidewalks are covered with snow
And he's smoothing out his clothes
He's Mr. Button Down
He's leaving home
And we still ain't got no plan
How we gonna make our way
In this foreign land?
Driving with all of our might
Changing, still changing
Changing the water of life
See how the tail can wag the dog
And we're all riding in this old bus
And the driver is singing to us
'Cause we heard that up North it gets cold
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Always figured this was about a disaster of some kind - something that would force a mass exodus. Either that or the narrator's parents joined a cult.
This is one of Byrne's finest koans. I've been trying to figure it out (in the context of the album, Naked, which is definitely a concept album about human nature where songs like "Nature Boy" and "Nothing But Flowers" express different points of view) for about 20 years.
First, the lyrics are from a little boy's point of view, but the music in the verses is sinister. It starts specific "All the way from Baltimore . . ." and gets general: "Crawling out of bed . . . we're not the only family to make this little trip." Cold s a central image. "Chilly Willy". There is obviously immigration, the sense of enforced forward progress through a strange world where we aren't ever going home, such as through a 'normal' lifetime: "Making changes day by day, we still ain't got no plan . . " . And we rely on tradition to help us, because it's a crazty world out there: "some are born to take advantage . . . and we're wearing our grandfather's coat . . . "
I feel it's almost existentialist, where we all need to go but can never know where we're going. "Changing the water of life.". There isn't a song on Naked that isn't a wider metaphor, whether its presented that way explicitly or not. This one is, but it's obscure and the little details throw you off. Now, to see if anyone has any insight on 'Big Daddy' and 'Bill'. This is an album worth figuring out. It's meant to be, but I don't know if a critic has ever risen to the challenge!
This song popped in my head the other evening.
It somewhat was catalyst for me to think in shock - oh my - this song is about adoption- they're giving up their child.
However reading the lyrics today, twice, I am thinking this is POV of an African American slave family, and they are heading north either pre or post abolition - likely post.
Baltimore IS a big part of Byrne's home I think - I remember that line about what's that smell- it's ONLY the river and I did smell that river one day but ANYWAY - I have a hunch Baltimore here is a clue - this family is heading North POSSIBLY the underground railroad - first lines 'conductor says' - certainly plants train in my view.
So that's my take- a song about a former slave family moving north to be free.
Eh- I also thought Steve Miller's Jungle Love was about 'Jelly Fish Island' this island in the Pacific, that one was a FAR FAR reach but they DO use mango's to treat the stings from this rare lake where millions of Jelly Fish exist, and there IS that line about I brought you a crate of mango's. Again FAR REACH on Jungle Love, LIKELY far reach on this one.
HOWEVER Jelly Fish Island is a very neat place- and there IS A tide such that all the jelly fish come in and out - I even researched to see if Steve Miller visited Jelly Fish Island !
@TimMiltz Regarding Steve Miller's Jungle Love I actually DO think he wrote the song TO a jelly fish- 'met you on somebodies Island' - STING ? written on the back of skin - oh yeah - AND the natives call jelly fish stings Jungle Love. Ok so I made that part up but don't believe EVERYTHING you read HOWEVER, this song HAS a choo choo in it - train ? I'm going with underground railroad.
@TimMiltz Regarding Steve Miller's Jungle Love I actually DO think he wrote the song TO a jelly fish- 'met you on somebodies Island' - STING ? written on the back of skin - oh yeah - AND the natives call jelly fish stings Jungle Love. Ok so I made that part up but don't believe EVERYTHING you read HOWEVER, this song HAS a choo choo in it - train ? I'm going with underground railroad.
Grandfathers clothes ? eh - still carrying the identity the grandfather had - and let's face it Lincoln was still pro slavery- he just didn't want the...
Grandfathers clothes ? eh - still carrying the identity the grandfather had - and let's face it Lincoln was still pro slavery- he just didn't want the South to have slaves to have any power - Lincoln not ONLY promoted slavery in the North - he OPENLY stated blacks should have MOST rights, but no the right to vote etc, in addition Lincoln was offering $100 per person to leave the US to Liberia.
Lincoln was NO NO NICE GUY - perhaps the lesser of two evils but listen to Lincoln's speeches and debates he didn't believe blacks should have ALL the same rights- no right to run for office for example.
I don't like Lincoln on that PARTIAL dignity he fails to bring ALL people.
PLUS his $100 a person LATE NIGHT get on the boat and get out of town - cash pain once we leave dock DEAL - was pretty shifty - and now look at Liberia. United States should donate 500 BILLION dollars to FIX Liberia if you ask me- and the UK ? 500 BILLION to fix Sierra Leone - but hey - people like Dick Cheney LOVE to REWRITE history- and somehow Lincoln managed to be something he wasn't.
This song is about a choo choo - perceived freedom - and uncertainty if the trade for the North was ANY better of a deal. Colder, better money but STILL treated as LESS than anyone else- and to think the MODERN DAY Republicans ACTUALLY ROOT from this HOLE called The North that somehow THOUGHT treating people based on skin color DIFFERENT - was justifiable - even TO THIS DAY this nightmare lives on.
I HAVE been to the mountain and the VIEW IS FANTASTIC - you can see for miles and miles and I really need to get some sleep- age 49 ? up 30 hours ? this can't be good :)
uh oh that's PAPAYA - crate of PAPAYAS !
uh oh that's PAPAYA - crate of PAPAYAS !
Wasn't an edit- not that I am adverse to replying to myself now.
Wasn't an edit- not that I am adverse to replying to myself now.
David Byrne was born in Scotland, the elder of two children born to Tom and Emma Byrne (Mommy Daddy You and I...).\n(We\'re goin on a trip and we\'re not goin home) Two years after his birth, his parents moved to Canada, settling in Hamilton, Ontario. They then moved to the United States, making their home in Arbutus, basically in Baltimore Maryland where he spent a lot of his time developing his musical talents.\n(Keep that little man a shinin\' see how the tail can wag the dog)\n\nI imagine a story that switches up the locations of their travels. Leaving out Scotland. Maybe war started and the draft was taking place and some fled with them no choice but to travel up north to Canada, where it\'s pretty cold compared to Maryland. They had to take a greyhound bus all the way there with no seating, because so many people were packed on the bus fleeing the draft. His father had him on his shoulder the whole way there they had to make stops and take care of David, with what little resources they had, like drinking from the paper cup. They were wearing their grandfathers stuff because like most draft dodgers they were in the hippie movement and probably were living with him, and got kicked out for the their father\'s choice to go against the country because that\'s a pretty serious offense. No turning back...
David Byrne was born in Scotland, the elder of two children born to Tom and Emma Byrne (Mommy Daddy You and I...).\n(We\'re goin on a trip and we\'re not goin home) Two years after his birth, his parents moved to Canada, settling in Hamilton, Ontario. They then moved to the United States, making their home in Arbutus, basically in Baltimore Maryland where he spent a lot of his time developing his musical talents.\n(Keep that little man a shinin\' see how the tail can wag the dog)\n\nI imagine a story that switches up the locations of their travels. Leaving out Scotland. Maybe war started and the draft was taking place and some fled with them no choice but to travel up north to Canada, where it\'s pretty cold compared to Maryland. They had to take a greyhound bus all the way there with no seating, because so many people were packed on the bus fleeing the draft. His father had him on his shoulder the whole way there they had to make stops and take care of David, with what little resources they had, like drinking from the paper cup. They were wearing their grandfathers stuff because like most draft dodgers they were in the hippie movement and probably were living with him, and got kicked out for the their father\'s choice to go against the country because that\'s a pretty serious offense. No turning back...
Most of this suggests The Great Migration – the movement of Black Americans north in the decades after Reconstruction. The era of slavery doesn't fit – there were no buses back then – but The Great Migration took place in the twentieth century, when some of the same problems from slavery, as well as new ones like Jim Crow laws and lynching, made life so undesirable in the South that many Black Americans moved north for better – not easy but better – lives in the North. That wraps up most of the details of the song… going north, not the only family to make the trip,
A detail that doesn't fit perfectly… Baltimore. Baltimore is more middle than North or South; it was a city with slavery before the Civil War, but was a net destination during The Great Migration, and it has snow of its own, if not as often as places like Chicago and Boston. That's not a hard contradiction with the facts of the song: A family could still be moving from Baltimore farther north. As Byrne himself had lived in both Canada and Maryland, he could be thinking of Baltimore as the southern point of reference.
However, The Great Migration is the one historical event that makes the other elements fit. And with Give Me Back My Name a shout-out to Malcolm X, it shows that Byrne's songwriting definitely has chosen one person whose life followed that pattern (Malcolm's family arc went from Georgia to Massachusetts by way of Nebraska).