The Barricades of Heaven
Jackson Browne Lyrics


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Running down around the towns along the shore
When I was sixteen and on my own
No, I couldn't tell you what the hell those brakes were for
I was just trying to hear my song

Jimmy found his own sweet sound and won that free guitar
We'd all get in the van and play
Life became the paradox, the bear, the rouge et noir
And the stretch of road running to L.A.

Pages turning
Pages we were years from learning
Straight into the night our hearts were flung
Better bring your own redemption when you come
To the barricades of heaven where I'm from

All the world was shining from those hills
The stars above and the lights below
Among those there to test their fortunes and their wills
I lost track of the score long ago

Pages turning
Pages we were years from learning
Straight into the night our hearts were flung
Better bring your own redemption when you come
To the barricades of heaven where I'm from

Childhood comes for me at night
Voices of my friends
Your face bathing me in light
Hope that never ends

Pages turning
Pages torn and pages burning
Faded pages, open in the sun
Better bring your own redemption when you come
To the barricades of heaven where I'm from




Better bring your own redemption when you come
To the barricades of heaven where I'm from

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of the song 'The Barricades of Heaven' by Jackson Browne depict the memories of the times when he was a sixteen-year-old boy and driving along the towns near the shore. The lyricist is unable to comprehend the meaning behind the brakes and the reason they exist in his car. He explains how he was just looking to hear his song at that time. The lyrics then shift to Browne's friend, Jimmy, who discovers his inner music talent by winning a free guitar. They all play together, and as they begin their journey to Los Angeles, they experience a paradox in their lives, encountered through the experiences of the bear, the rouge et noir and the stretch of road to LA.


As the song progresses, the lyrics transform by drawing an analogy between the stages of life and the pages of a book. Life is a series of pages turning, some learned from a few years ago, and some pages that are yet to be discovered as time passes. There are too many challenges that Browne's been through and has accepted that his soul may never find redemption in this world.


Line by Line Meaning

Running down around the towns along the shore
I was travelling around the coastal towns on my own when I was sixteen.


When I was sixteen and on my own
I was only sixteen years old and travelling by myself.


No, I couldn't tell you what the hell those brakes were for
I was driving without really knowing what I was doing.


I was just trying to hear my song
I was listening to music as I drove, lost in thought.


Jimmy found his own sweet sound and won that free guitar
My friend Jimmy discovered his own special musical style and won a guitar in a competition.


We'd all get in the van and play
We'd often travel together in a van, playing music and having fun.


Life became the paradox, the bear, the rouge et noir
Life was full of contradictions and uncertainties.


And the stretch of road running to L.A.
We often drove on a long road that led to Los Angeles.


All the world was shining from those hills
The hills glowed with the lights of the city.


The stars above and the lights below
There were stars in the sky and lights on the ground.


Among those there to test their fortunes and their wills
There were many people trying to make their way in the world.


I lost track of the score long ago
I lost track of the number of people trying to succeed.


Childhood comes for me at night
Memories of my childhood often come to me when I sleep.


Voices of my friends
I hear the voices of my friends from my childhood.


Your face bathing me in light
I remember the face of someone who influenced me in a positive way.


Hope that never ends
I feel hopeful about the future.


Pages turning
The passage of time is constantly changing things.


Pages we were years from learning
There are many things we still don’t know or understand.


Straight into the night our hearts were flung
We threw ourselves into life with passion and enthusiasm.


Better bring your own redemption when you come
You must find your own sense of purpose and meaning in life.


To the barricades of heaven where I'm from
Life is a constant struggle, but it’s worth it in the end.


Pages torn and pages burning
Many things from the past are lost or destroyed.


Faded pages, open in the sun
Memories from the past are often bittersweet.


Better bring your own redemption when you come
You need to take responsibility for your own happiness and fulfillment.


To the barricades of heaven where I'm from
The path to a fulfilling life is not always easy, but it’s worth the struggle.




Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Luis Cristobal Conte, Jackson Browne, Mauricio Fritz Lewak, Scott Thurston, Mark Goldenberg, Kevin James Mccormick, Jeffrey Young

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LYRICS

Running down around the towns along the shore
When I was sixteen and on my own
No, I couldn't tell you what the hell those brakes were for
I was just trying to hear my song
Jimmy found his own sweet sound and won that free guitar
We'd all get in the van and play
Life became the Paradox, the Bear, the Rouge et Noir
And the stretch of road running to LA
Pages turning
Pages we were years from learning
Straight into the night our hearts were flung
Better bring your own redemption when you come
To the barricades of Heaven where I'm from
All the world was shining from those hills
The stars above and the lights below
Among those there to test their fortunes and their wills
I lost track of the score long ago
Pages turning
Pages we were years from learning
Straight into the night our hearts were flung
Better bring your own redemption when you come
To the barricades of Heaven where I'm from
Childhood comes for me at night
Voices of my friends
Your face bathing me in light
Hope that never ends
Pages turning
Pages torn and pages burning
Faded pages, open in the sun
Better bring your own redemption when you come
To the barricades of Heaven where I'm from
Better bring your own redemption when you come
To the barricades of Heaven where I'm from



All comments from YouTube:

@michaelsteuber2633

Mr. Browne, I have been listening to you for 50 of my 63 years. Now, more than ever, you simply make me weep. Clearer and clearer you become. You're crystalline.
And your accompanying musicians are sublime. Thank you, artists, for giving.
Please don't stop.

@quilting

well said thank you he is a special gem

@andreaboyer6936

Yes, yes yes, exactly! When I first read your comment, I was a bit confused because it sounded like it was coming from my heart, but you stated it so much more beautifully than I could have!!Thank you!

@willemp6432

I get what you are saying Michael. I just found him and are like taking a ride on my new bicycle. I have to get to know this gentleman. I got this from learning more about Beethoven on Netflix. I am 56 now and still learning. Good on you and us big Fella...

@jetclntn

me too, I cried when I watched this

@kimber8568

Always appreciate Your artistry and your fellow musicians. Been a fan well over 50 yrs! MM M M Mm

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@angelaapostolou5794

Old looking or not, he still sounds magic. Long may you continue, Jackson ❤

@cornstorm666

I'm proud to be old..❤

@patriciagallagher5071

I've always loved Jackson Brown. I'm just about his age, so I had the pleasure of going to his concerts and hearing him while we were young. He certainly is a treasure.

@davebryant8050

He was 72 when this was recorded. I'd say he looks pretty damn good and still holds his guitar exactly like did in the 1960's. Maybe you'd prefer he dyed his hair and cut like he did in 77 to make yourself feel better.

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