Isabella County 1992
Great Lakes Myth Society Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴

Thereā€²s a crack in the road
And a scar that runs down through
A vaudevillian stage
And a bear in a cage
It's an Indian summer
And the tapwaterā€²s brown sand
'Cause the lamprey are crammed
'Neath the Chippewa Dam

When friends come to town
They say, "What were you thinking? Come home!"
And I tell them I am home

I didnā€²t come for the scenery
I didnā€²t come for the grades
I didn't come for the roar of the stadium
No, I came from the grave, boys
And wiped off the frown of a dreary hometown

Now Iā€²m walking through history
And this history's mine
And Iā€²m drunk all the time
Yeah, it's Monday and the townies are wasted

Last day in December
And the world is a white line
Of unshoveled cars
ā€²Cause you can walk to the bars

In a town where the drinkers are plowed like the roads
In a heap 'round their breakfasts in yesterday's clothes
Sweetheart, this city has beautiful, beautiful snow




Beautiful, beautiful snow
Beautiful, beautiful snow

Overall Meaning

The song "Isabella County 1992" by Great Lakes Myth Society is a nostalgic tribute to the band's hometown of Mount Pleasant, Michigan. The lyrics tell the story of someone who left the town but returned, and now sees beauty and significance in the places and people they once took for granted. The crack in the road and scar on the vaudevillian stage are physical reminders of the town's imperfections and character, while the bear in a cage calls to mind the town's history as a popular stop for traveling circuses. The Indian summer and brown tap water are also references to the town's environmental issues, including the presence of invasive lamprey in the nearby Chippewa Dam.


Line by Line Meaning

There's a crack in the road
The town is in need of repair


And a scar that runs down through
The town has a visible blemish


A vaudevillian stage
The town has a cultural history


And a bear in a cage
The town has a zoo, which represents its stagnant nature


It's an Indian summer
The weather is unseasonably warm


And the tapwater's brown sand
The water quality is poor


'Cause the lamprey are crammed
The town's river is overrun with invasive species


'Neath the Chippewa Dam
The town's river has a dam built by the native Chippewa tribe


When friends come to town
Visitors notice the town's flaws


They say, "What were you thinking? Come home!"
People question why anyone would stay in this town


And I tell them I am home
The singer has a personal connection to the town despite its problems


I didn't come for the scenery
The town's physical beauty is not a draw


I didn't come for the grades
The town's educational opportunities are not a draw


I didn't come for the roar of the stadium
The town's sports scene is not a draw


No, I came from the grave, boys
The singer had a difficult time prior to arriving in this town


And wiped off the frown of a dreary hometown
The artist found something worthwhile in the town that improved their outlook


Now I'm walking through history
The artist is involved in the town's historical narrative


And this history's mine
The singer has taken ownership of the town's history


And I'm drunk all the time
The singer copes with the town's flaws through alcohol


Yeah, it's Monday and the townies are wasted
The town's inhabitants have a reputation for excessive drinking


Last day in December
The artist is recounting a specific day


And the world is a white line
The snow is extensive and covers everything


Of unshoveled cars
The town's residents are used to heavy snowfall


'Cause you can walk to the bars
The town is small enough that everything is within walking distance


In a town where the drinkers are plowed like the roads
The town's inhabitants are known for being drunk and their snow-covered streets reflect this


In a heap 'round their breakfasts in yesterday's clothes
The town's inhabitants are not particularly dignified


Sweetheart, this city has beautiful, beautiful snow
The singer finds beauty in the town's snow despite its negative aspects


Beautiful, beautiful snow
The artist repeats their appreciation for the snow




Writer(s): James Christopher Monger

Contributed by Vivian S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found

More Versions