Contrary to what some might assume, Ingram Hill is not of the name of a sol… Read Full Bio ↴Contrary to what some might assume, Ingram Hill is not of the name of a solo artist but rather, a band; no one in Ingram Hill is actually named Ingram Hill (just like there was never a musician named Lynyrd Skynyrd or Jethro Tull -- at least not in either of those well-known '70s bands). Like Cracker, Train, and Tonic, Ingram Hill has an earthy, unpretentious approach that is relevant to both alternative pop/rock and roots rock. The Memphis-based foursome aren't an exact replica of classic rockers from the '60s and '70s -- their work is more modern -- but they do have a certain down-home rootsiness that has gone over well in Southern rock circles. That isn't to say that their sound is stereotypically southern in the way that the Marshall Tucker Band and Black Oak Arkansas were stereotypically southern back in the '70s; Ingram Hill doesn't get into hell-raisin' good ol' boy stereotypes, and their lyrics tend to be reflective, introspective, and thoughtful. Their first release came in 2002, when they put out their debut EP, Until Now, on their own label, Traveler Records, and sold around 10,000 copies. Then, in 2003, the Memphis residents released their first full-length album, June's Picture Show, produced by Rick Beato, on Traveler. June's Picture Show had only been out a few weeks when Ingram Hill signed with Hollywood Records, which re-released the album in February 2004. Cold In California, produced by Oliver Leiber, followed from Hollywood in 2007. The band released a self-entitled country record in August 2012.

Almost Perfect
Ingram Hill Lyrics

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Maybe her eyes are just a little bit red
Almost all the time
Maybe her hair, it smells like cigarettes
When I climb into bed with her at night

She don't want to try
But this just feels so right

She's almost perfect
She is so close to being everything
She's almost perfect
But she's not, she's not mine

Maybe she knows she drives me crazy
Just bats her eyes like she's my baby
Maybe she's quick to let her tongue fly at me
She's not the most proper lady
I'm the one to blame I know I caused this crash
So now I wander in this mess
Int this lake of sour mashed
Through my head the notion that

Maybe she's not quite honest with me
Almost all the time

Maybe I know there's someone else in her life
When I climb into bed with her at night

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Ingram Hill's song Almost Perfect narrate the story of a man who is in love with a woman who is almost perfect for him. He has an intense connection with her, but he knows that she's not his. He is aware that she is not honest with him at times and probably has somebody else in her life. Yet, he ignores all the flaws and imperfections of the woman he loves because he finds her almost perfect for him. The verses highlight the faults and shortcomings the singer notices in his beloved, such as her red eyes, the smell of cigarettes on her, and her inability to communicate honestly. Still, he cannot get enough of her and cannot bring himself to sever ties with her.

The chorus of the song tells the message loud and clear. The woman is almost perfect but not quite there. Nevertheless, the singer is drawn to her despite her flaws. This tragic love story depicts the dilemma of being in love with someone who is not right for you, knowing that it can never work out, but still wanting to hold on to them.

Line by Line Meaning

Maybe her eyes are just a little bit red
Perhaps she's frequently when I see her.

Almost all the time
Most of the time, her eyes are red.

Maybe her hair, it smells like cigarettes
It's possible that her hair has a cigarette smell.

When I climb into bed with her at night
This occurs when I go to bed with her at night.

She don't want to try
She isn't interested in making an effort.

But this just feels so right
Despite her lack of interest, it feels correct to continue.

She's almost perfect
She is nearly perfect.

She is so close to being everything
She's almost everything I need in a woman.

But she's not, she's not mine
Sadly, I don't have the privilege of calling her mine.

Maybe she knows she drives me crazy
It's possible that she is aware of how she affects me.

Just bats her eyes like she's my baby
She flutters her eyes like an infant in my presence.

Maybe she's quick to let her tongue fly at me
It's possible that she is quick to insult me.

She's not the most proper lady
She isn't the most refined woman.

I'm the one to blame I know I caused this crash
I'm responsible for the situation with her.

So now I wander in this mess
I am aimlessly moving around in the chaos created by me.

In this lake of sour mashed
I am in a deep emotional turmoil.

Through my head the notion that
I keep thinking that

Maybe she's not quite honest with me
Perhaps she's not entirely truthful with me.

Almost all the time
Most of the time, she's not truthful with me.

Maybe I know there's someone else in her life
It's possible that she has another person involved in her life.

When I climb into bed with her at night
This occurs when I go to bed with her at night.

Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: EMERSON HART, JUSTIN MOORE, MATT CHAMBLESS, PHIL BOGARD, RICK BEATO, SHEA SOWELL

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