Can't Count Tears
Old Man Luedecke Lyrics


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Rush hour came crawling out of the best laid plans of noon
The vodka in the fridge at home sang with a haunting tune
But I haven't heard a song I love in seven weeks or more
I wondered if that little bird won't land here no more

You can't count tears in the ocean
In the dying days of June
I've gone three miles in second gear
And now I'm down to first
Bring me a little water Sylvie
I'm dying here of thirst
How can I tear the bottom out of these ass-drag blues?
If I cannot hack it here
Can I go back to paying dues?

You can't count tears in the ocean
In the dying days of June

Well leave me here for dead is the song of my sigh
As I pull off at Queensland beach and let the traffic by
A southern breeze sings me home I wade in a western tune
Well the sea may rake my sorrow back
But it come crashing back too soon

You can't count tears in the ocean
In the dying days of June




You can't count tears in the ocean
In the dying days of June

Overall Meaning

In the first verse of "Can't Count Tears," the singer sets the scene of a chaotic rush hour interrupting carefully made plans, evoking a sense of frustration and disarray. The mention of vodka in the fridge with a "haunting tune" alludes to a sense of longing or melancholy, perhaps for something that is no longer attainable or present. The absence of a beloved song for several weeks hints at a loss or lack of joy in the singer's life, symbolized by the bird that may have left and will not return.


The repeated refrain "You can't count tears in the ocean" introduces a theme of overwhelming emotions that cannot easily be quantified or contained. This imagery is juxtaposed with the specific reference to the "dying days of June," a time of transition and potential loss as the month comes to an end.


The second verse delves deeper into the singer's personal struggle, as he navigates through a metaphorical journey represented by the miles traveled in different gears of a vehicle. The plea for water from Sylvie underscores a sense of desperation and physical need, while the contemplation of overcoming the "ass-drag blues" reflects a desire to break free from stagnation and hardship. The mention of "paying dues" suggests a willingness to work hard and persevere, even when faced with challenges.


As the song progresses, the singer arrives at Queensland beach, a symbolic place of rest and contemplation. The decision to let the traffic pass and soak in the atmosphere speaks to a moment of surrender and acceptance. The juxtaposition of the southern breeze and western tune conveys a sense of displacement and longing for home, as the sea serves as a powerful force that both takes away and returns the singer's sorrow. The repeated reminder that tears cannot be counted in the vastness of the ocean reinforces the idea of emotional depth and complexity that cannot easily be measured or understood.


Line by Line Meaning

Rush hour came crawling out of the best laid plans of noon
Unexpected events disrupted my well-thought-out schedule


The vodka in the fridge at home sang with a haunting tune
The temptation of alcohol at home called out to me


But I haven't heard a song I love in seven weeks or more
I haven't found joy in anything I've experienced recently


I wondered if that little bird won't land here no more
I questioned whether happiness will return to my life


You can't count tears in the ocean
Emotions are vast and immeasurable


In the dying days of June
During a time of endings and transitions


I've gone three miles in second gear
I've made little progress and feel stuck


And now I'm down to first
I'm even further behind than I thought


Bring me a little water Sylvie
I need support and reassurance


I'm dying here of thirst
I'm desperate for fulfillment and satisfaction


How can I tear the bottom out of these ass-drag blues?
How can I shake off this deep sadness and stagnation?


If I cannot hack it here
If I can't handle the situation


Can I go back to paying dues?
Should I return to hard work and struggle?


Well leave me here for dead is the song of my sigh
I feel abandoned and hopeless


As I pull off at Queensland beach and let the traffic by
I seek solitude to clear my mind and watch life move on


A southern breeze sings me home I wade in a western tune
The wind reminds me of comfort while I embrace a sense of nostalgia


Well the sea may rake my sorrow back
The ocean may seem to offer relief from my pain


But it come crashing back too soon
Yet my troubles resurface quickly




Lyrics © MUMMY DUST MUSIC LTD.
Written by: Christopher Rudolf Luedecke

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Can't Count Tears In the Ocean
Old Man Luedecke

Rush hour came crawling out of the best laid plans of noon
The vodka in the fridge at home sang with a haunting tune
But I haven't heard a song I love in seven weeks or more
I wondered if that little bird won't land here no more

You can't count tears in the ocean
In the dying days of June

I've gone three miles in second gear
And now I'm down to first
Bring me a little water Sylvie
I'm dying here of thirst
How can I tear the bottom out of these ass-drag blues?
If I cannot hack it here
Can I go back to paying dues?

You can't count tears in the ocean
In the dying days of June

Well leave me here for dead is the song of my sigh
As I pull off at Queensland beach and let the traffic by
A southern breeze sings me home I wade in a western tune
Well the sea may rake my sorrow back
But it come crashing back too soon

You can't count tears in the ocean
In the dying days of June
You can't count tears in the ocean
In the dying days of June

Written by: Christopher Rudolf Luedecke
Lyrics © MUMMY DUST MUSIC LTD.
Year: 2013