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This Town
Dan Mills Lyrics
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And my head won't stop hanging down
No my head won't stop hanging down
It's just the kind of day when your friends don't come around
And my head won't stop hanging down
No my head won't stop hanging down
A street gang tried to take my pride, tried to take my money and phone
Please ask me my opinion of the war and politicians out wasting my dough
When they tell me that I don't know nothing, I just tell them that there's nothing to know
'Cause it's been the same old day in this town
And my head won't stop hanging down
No my head won't stop hanging down
It's just the kind of day that your friends don't come around
And my head won't stop hanging down
No my head won't stop hanging down
I grew up in a Crate and Barrel home and if you could then you certainly can
I'm a good son, good brother, good lover but I sure ain't much of a man
So you think that you know me boy? You think you watched what I became?
Well you better know that what I do and who I am is never the same
[chorus]
And the love of a woman ain't gonna save my sorry day
I need something between just a near drink of beam and a river to sweep me away
I ain't gonna share my bed so you can nod your head and tell me it will be okay
[chorus]
The song "This Town" by Dan Mills is a reflection on the monotony and disappointment of day-to-day life. Mills sings about a day when nothing seems to go right: his friends are absent, he's a victim of a street gang, and the weather is miserable. He expresses his disillusionment with politics and war, feeling that he'll never understand them. Additionally, Mills reveals his insecurities about his identity, stating that he's a good son, brother, and lover, but not much of a man. Even the love of a woman won't be enough to fix his "sorry day."
Mills captures the feeling of being stuck in a rut, trapped in a town where nothing ever changes. He also touches on themes of masculinity, identity, and the intersections of politics and personal life. The repetition of the chorus emphasizes the monotony and helplessness of the situation, and the verses paint a vivid picture of a particularly bad day.
Overall, "This Town" is a poignant and relatable commentary on feeling trapped and disillusioned in one's own life.
Line by Line Meaning
It's been the same old day in this town
Today is just like every other day in this monotonous town
And my head won't stop hanging down
I feel depressed and defeated
No my head won't stop hanging down
This feeling won't go away
It's just the kind of day when your friends don't come around
On days like this, even my friends seem to avoid me
A street gang tried to take my pride, tried to take my money and phone
I was robbed by a group of people who wanted my money and dignity
No train, no fame, cold rain, and I forgot my umbrella at home
The weather is bad and my day seems to be cursed
Please ask me my opinion of the war and politicians out wasting my dough
People expect me to have opinions on issues that don't concern me
When they tell me that I don't know nothing, I just tell them that there's nothing to know
I acknowledge my lack of knowledge on certain subjects and refuse to pretend to know everything
I'm a good son, good brother, good lover but I sure ain't much of a man
I may be a good person in some aspects, but I don't feel like a strong and capable man
So you think that you know me boy? You think you watched what I became?
People think they understand who I am, but they don't know the real me
Well you better know that what I do and who I am is never the same
What I do may not reflect my true self
The love of a woman ain't gonna save my sorry day
Having a girlfriend won't fix my problems or make me happy
I need something between just a near drink of beam and a river to sweep me away
I need something more than just alcohol but less than completely escaping reality
I ain't gonna share my bed so you can nod your head and tell me it will be okay
I don't want someone else to try to make me feel better by telling me things will be okay
And my head won't stop hanging down
Despite acknowledging my problems, my depression won't go away
No my head won't stop hanging down
The depression won't fade
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