"In the low light of the hut the old man sat quietly puffing on his mapacho. “You must disengage from your... continuity,” he said, referring I’m sure to my earbuds, which, with apologies, I cranked. As I tapped the last drop out of the clay cup and laid back on the ragged foam mat I saw that the old man’s face was no longer his, but a hawk’s. The spirit-world comes on like that.
The music I came to see with my third eye, Ponderosa’s Pool Party, started with a voice, a silver high- lonesome in a mist (or maybe the mist was the voice), an electric guitar that identified itself (verbally, and I’m translating here) as He-who-makes-things-sprout, then a convergence at something analogous to a rain dance, as if conducted (in lapis lazuli) by Keith Moon. Pianos and guitars and harmonies breathed into existence tetrahedrons, Spanish friars, bird-lions, machine elves, Quetzacotl, so forth, and landscapes, always the sweeping, rolling variety. No point going on about what the music looks like. To paraphrase the giant, blazing eye that cries honey, you must see for yourself.
Hearing Ponderosa’s previous album for the first time was a no less illuminating experience if a very different one, involving a trampoline, two bottles of rye, and a sack of possum. Another facet of Ponderosa, another method to ascertain its nature. That album, Moonlight R evival, belongs in the Southern rock canon as much as anything by the Crowes or Little Feat, but more crucial is that with it Ponderosa delivered the first successful fusion of straight Southern rock and Revolver-era Beatles, utterly seamless and genetically sound, not a Frankenstein. This is the musical equivalent of mapping the genome, drunk, using only a monocle. Impossible, yet Ponderosa demonstrated that “a thing that cannot be done can be accomplished by not-doing it.” And because that sounded more conclusively relevant when it was told to me by a stag with no mouth, let’s add that Ponderosa’s clear m.o. is following its bliss.
Which is how Pool Party came to be, as Kalen Nash says without hesitation, “mainstream pop.” Not the logical follow-up album, it’s the organic one. The sound is still easily classifiable: rock:: lush, steady, propellent; the ten songs on Pool Party are no less distinguished and hooky than the shit-kickers and whiskey ballads on Moonlight R evival. Pool Party gives the impression of a completed sonic thought, and there is in fact a narrative in there, a dream-fable, more appropriately. If none of that suggests a tone, think magic hour in the Smokies, or the low Sonoran, or in the hills outside Tenochtitlan, where the feathered jaguar with the tusks hangs out."
-Mike Ruffino
Broken Heart
Ponderosa Lyrics
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Hope you feel the same this time, my dear
Walk around with a heavy mind
It will take its toll but I feel fine
Grew up too fast to find your feet
Came stumblin' 'round my giving tree
My tree
So I tell you all of my secrets
You just keep on yellin', yellin' all my secrets
You just keep on tellin', tellin' all my secrets
With a broken heart, a broken heart
Such a shame you're such a greedy fish
You're so good or so they say
Sailed ashore with a timber tongue
And breasts of gold, with iron lungs
Fooled around and I lost my head
But braised your soul with fire and lead
And lead
So I tell you all of my secrets
You just keep on yellin', yellin' all my secrets
You just keep on tellin', tellin' all my secrets
With a broken heart, a broken heart
I tell you all of my secrets
I tell you all of my secrets
So darlin', I tell you all of my secrets
I tell you all of my secrets
You just keep on
I tell you all of my secrets
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The lyrics of Ponderosa's song "Broken Heart" delve into themes of loneliness, betrayal, and vulnerability. The opening lines express the singer's sense of loneliness and the hope that the person they are addressing also feels the same way, emphasizing a shared emotional struggle. The reference to carrying a heavy mind suggests a burden that weighs on the singer, but despite this toll, they claim to feel fine, possibly indicating a facade of strength amidst inner turmoil.
The imagery of growing up too fast and stumbling around a giving tree metaphorically paints a picture of a rushed and disjointed journey to find one's path in life. The reference to "my tree" could signify a sense of ownership over one's own growth and experiences. This section suggests a connection between the singer and the listener, with the singer confiding in the listener and sharing their vulnerabilities and secrets. However, there is frustration expressed at the listener's apparent lack of discretion, as they are portrayed as continuously revealing these secrets, leading to a broken heart.
The lyrics then shift focus to a character described as a "greedy fish" who is perceived as deceitful and manipulative despite outward appearances of goodness. The reference to a "timber tongue" and "breasts of gold, with iron lungs" indicates a complex and duplicitous nature. The singer reflects on a past interaction where they were led astray and made vulnerable but also assert their agency in braising the other person's soul with fire and lead, perhaps retaliating against betrayal with their own form of strength.
The repeated refrain of "I tell you all of my secrets" underscores the theme of vulnerability and trust, despite the potential for betrayal and heartbreak. The mixed emotions of transparency and caution are evident as the singer continues to open up to the listener while grappling with the fear of being hurt again. The unresolved tension between sharing one's innermost thoughts and guarding one's heart is a central conflict in the lyrics, highlighting the complexities of human relationships and the fragility of trust.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Written by: JONATHAN THOMAS HALL, KALEN NASH, KRISTOFER SAMPSON
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pottery27
These boys are great live!!! See them soon!