Homeland
John Hiatt Lyrics


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Well, I jumped so high
Knocked the table over
Thought I saw a ghost
Come out of the clover
She lived in this house
Forty odd years or so

She was buried in the back
With the English and the natives
Slaughtered like sheep
Women and babies
A lot of blood and tears
Three hundred years ago

It's like they're caught up in the trees
In the webs of spiders
Spun out of leaves
Ghostly riders
Lookin' for a trail
To find their way back home

But there's nothing back there or tomorrow
No place they can put their sorrow
Heavy as death
Cold as a broken stone

And I call this place my homeland
And I claim this land I own
But it belongs to another people
They possess it in their bones

Well, I can hear them in the night
Like a hundred televisions
Hummin' down low beneath the subdivisions
All they really want is if we can hear â??em now

They been troublin' this plain
Looking for attention
Making crazy tracks
They need an intervention
All they really want
Is to get back home somehow

So build up a fire
Say a little prayer
Cook a little meat
Pull â??em up a chair
And offer them a plate
Maybe we can all find peace

You can't bury anything, men or nations
Old memories, old vibrations
The pain doesn't stop just because the killing ceased

And I call this place my homeland
And I claim this land I own
It belongs to another people
They possess it in their bones

Well, I jumped so high
Straight up off the bedsheet
Nightmare sky
Bloody with the red heat
Started to shake
Cause I couldn't find my way back home

Well, I landed in the ditch
Landed in the gutter
Landed in arms of my long lost mother
Cryin' like a child
While the Bayou Pierre groaned

And I call this place my homeland
And I love this land I own
It belongs to another people
They possess it in their bones

Yeah, I call this place my homeland
And I claim this land I own




But it belongs to another people
They possess it in their bones

Overall Meaning

The song "Homeland" by John Hiatt is an introspective track about the concept of land and home, and the deep connection that different people have with territories that are often disputed. It is said that Hiatt was inspired to write this song after he visited a plantation where many African Americans were once enslaved. The first part of the song talks about a ghost, a woman who lived in the house for forty years before she was buried in the back with other individuals. The lyric portrays the massacre of Englishmen and Native Americans in that area, which occurred three centuries ago. Hiatt sings about how the spirits of the slain natives and Englishmen are still present in the land and can't find their way home.


In the second part of the song, Hiatt reflects on how he claims the land as his homeland and feels a deep connection to it. However, he acknowledges the fact that the land was once inhabited by another people who possess it in their bones. The song concludes with Hiatt feeling lost in the nightmare of the land's violent past and present, landing in a ditch and being embraced by his figurative mother as the Bayou Pierre groans in the background.


Line by Line Meaning

Well, I jumped so high
The singer is experiencing a jolt of shock or fear.


Knocked the table over
The singer caused a disturbance in their surroundings as a result of their jolt.


Thought I saw a ghost
The singer feels that something supernatural or otherworldly is present.


Come out of the clover
The supernatural presence seems to have come from a natural setting.


She lived in this house
Referring to a woman who had lived in the house before the artist.


Forty odd years or so
The woman had lived in the house for around 40 years.


She was buried in the back
The woman died and was buried on/near the property.


With the English and the natives
Other people of different backgrounds were also buried there.


Slaughtered like sheep
The people buried there were victims of violence and murder.


Women and babies
Among the victims were innocent women and children.


A lot of blood and tears
The violence and tragedy that occurred there had lasting effects.


Three hundred years ago
The tragedy occurred centuries ago, but its effects are still felt.


It's like they're caught up in the trees
The spirits of the deceased seem to be lingering among nature.


In the webs of spiders
Their spirits seem to be trapped, unable to move on.


Spun out of leaves
Their spirits are intertwined with nature and the natural world.


Ghostly riders
The spirits seem lost and searching.


Lookin' for a trail
The spirits seem to be searching for a path or a way forward.


To find their way back home
The spirits seem to be trying to return to where they came from.


But there's nothing back there or tomorrow
There is no clear path for the spirits to find their way back home.


No place they can put their sorrow
The spirits are burdened with a heavy sadness but no clear outlet for it.


Heavy as death
The sadness and tragedy that occurred are difficult to move past, and weigh heavily on those affected by it.


Cold as a broken stone
The tragedy and sadness are inescapable and unfeeling, like a stone beyond repair.


And I call this place my homeland
The singer feels a sense of belonging to this place.


And I claim this land I own
The artist feels a sense of ownership or responsibility for the land.


But it belongs to another people
The land is connected to the history and lives of others, not just the singer.


They possess it in their bones
Others have a deep, fundamental connection to this land that cannot be ignored.


Well, I can hear them in the night
The singer is aware of the lingering spirits and their presence.


Like a hundred televisions
The artist's experience is overwhelming, like many different broadcasts playing at once.


Hummin' down low beneath the subdivisions
The experience is happening below the surface level, in a hidden or subconscious way.


All they really want is if we can hear â??em now
The singer believes the spirits are trying to communicate with the living.


They been troublin' this plain
The spirits are causing trouble or unrest in the area.


Looking for attention
The spirits may be seeking recognition or the acknowledgment of their tragic history.


Making crazy tracks
The spirits are leaving behind evidence of their presence or movement.


They need an intervention
The spirits are in need of help or guidance from the living to find their way home.


All they really want
The spirits' needs are simple, but unfulfilled.


Is to get back home somehow
The spirits seek to return to where they came from, but are lost and unable to do so on their own.


So build up a fire
The singer is taking action to make a connection with the spirits.


Say a little prayer
The singer is invoking a spiritual connection or divine help.


Cook a little meat
The singer is preparing a meal as an offering to the spirits.


Pull â??em up a chair
The artist is inviting the spirits to join them and share in their hospitality.


And offer them a plate
The artist is sharing their resources and providing sustenance for the spirits.


Maybe we can all find peace
The singer hopes that by making this connection and offering hospitality, they can help bring peace to the spirits and healing to all involved.


You can't bury anything, men or nations
The past cannot simply be forgotten, buried, or erased.


Old memories, old vibrations
The past lingers and has an impact on the present, like a vibration or resonance.


The pain doesn't stop just because the killing ceased
Even if the act of violence is over, the pain and trauma remain.


Well, I love this land I own
The artist has a deep affection and connection to the land.


Yeah, I call this place my homeland
The singer identifies with this place as their ancestral or cultural home.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JOHN R HIATT

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