Old Man Luedecke left the big old city of Toronto, met a girl in the Yukon, fell in love, bought a banjo and fell in love again. After a couple of years of love and banjo and the makings of a brilliant performing career in sunny Halifax, he returned to the Yukon with his sweethearts. There he woodshedded. He wrote a ton of songs over the next year and a half. He held regular gigs playing banjo in a gambling hall with can-can girls and in a honky tonk called the Snakepit accompanying piano barnacle Bob. Even made an appearance at the Dawson City Music Festival. After a time, he left again for Halifax to renew musical acquaintances and record his debut CD Mole in the Ground. That CD has become a smash on college radio, was featured on CBC's Atlantic Airwaves and is a hot item in stores and at shows. He continues to live in Halifax and perform there and around the country to ever-wider acclaims. His stage show blends hokum and inspiration into powerful and fun entertainment that will delight young and old. He's still sweet on the girl he met up there in Yukon, and the banjo
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Long Suffering Jesus
Old Man Luedecke Lyrics
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I can't account for my time on earth
I'm a prodigal without much worth
I'm angry and bathed in fire
But I thought I smelled the thought of spring
When I won the thought I lost the thing
Traveling through these fiery rings
Said long suffering Jesus
You must love to hear your sons and daughters' moan
Been running through the labyrinth without the twine
I've been working on a mousetrap of my own design
I've been haunted by winds in the tops of the pines
I'll just win a cruise if I answer the telephone
These are the cheapest Rose glasses I've ever had
Won't throw em out til I break em bad
I'd rather be miserable than merely sad
Thankful that my sadness don't involve a lot of yelling
Said long suffering Jesus
You must love to hear your sons and daughters' moan
At the kitchen table in my birthday suit
I've been scribbling my fears til they come out cute
Another year has followed suit
And everything I want just keeps getting older
The red tail lights of endless cards
Like constellations of endless stars in
A straight line from Venus to Mars
It's the scale that keeps me always rebelling
Said long suffering Jesus
You must love to hear your sons and daughters' moan
Said long suffering Jesus
You must love to hear your sons and daughters' songs
Said long suffering Jesus
You must love to hear your sons and daughters' songs
The lyrics of Old Man Luedecke's song Long Suffering Jesus depict a person filled with anger and anxiety, unsure of their worth and purpose. The singer describes fleeing the city of their birth and feeling lost and disconnected from the world around them. Despite a sense of despair, they also express a faint glimmer of hope, sensing the arrival of spring and the possibility of renewal.
The lyrics also touch on themes of perseverance and resilience, with the singer describing themselves as a "prodigal without much worth" who has been "traveling through fiery rings" and "working on a mousetrap of my own design." They express loneliness and isolation, writing of being "haunted by winds in the tops of the pines" and feeling disconnected from the people and experiences around them. Ultimately, however, they seem to find a degree of comfort in their own melancholy, writing that they are "thankful that my sadness don't involve a lot of yelling."
Line by Line Meaning
I fled the city of my birth
I left the place where I was born
I can't account for my time on earth
I don't know what I've done with my life
I'm a prodigal without much worth
I'm a wastrel who has accomplished very little
I'm angry and bathed in fire
I'm furious about something and immersed in emotion
But I thought I smelled the thought of spring
I had a hunch that things were going to get better
When I won the thought I lost the thing
When I thought I had a good idea, it turned out to be wrong
Traveling through these fiery rings
Going through difficult times or situations
And worrying thicker skin from ever growing
Developing resilience and toughness through adversity
You must love to hear your sons and daughters' moan
You seem to take pleasure in our suffering and complaints
Been running through the labyrinth without the twine
Trying to figure things out without any guidance
I've been working on a mousetrap of my own design
Trying to solve problems in my own unique way
I've been haunted by winds in the tops of the pines
Feeling inexplicably unsettled or anxious
I'll just win a cruise if I answer the telephone
Being frustrated by constant telemarketing calls
These are the cheapest Rose glasses I've ever had
The glasses used to view the world are low quality
Won't throw em out til I break em bad
Will continue to use them until they are completely unusable
I'd rather be miserable than merely sad
Prefer feeling extreme emotions instead of being apathetic
Thankful that my sadness don't involve a lot of yelling
Grateful that my feelings of sorrow aren't expressed through shouting
At the kitchen table in my birthday suit
Sitting at a table in my underwear
I've been scribbling my fears til they come out cute
Writing about my worries until they seem less serious
Another year has followed suit
Another year has gone by
And everything I want just keeps getting older
The things I desire are becoming less relevant or useful
The red tail lights of endless cards
The taillights of cars in a long line of traffic
Like constellations of endless stars in
Like a pattern of stars in the sky
A straight line from Venus to Mars
An imaginary straight line between two planets
It's the scale that keeps me always rebelling
I resist conformity to societal norms
You must love to hear your sons and daughters' moan
You seem to take pleasure in our suffering and complaints
You must love to hear your sons and daughters' songs
You seem to enjoy our creative expressions and artistic endeavors
You must love to hear your sons and daughters' songs
You seem to enjoy our creative expressions and artistic endeavors
Lyrics © MUMMY DUST MUSIC LTD.
Written by: Christopher Rudolf Luedecke
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