Rock 'n' Roll ain't pretty and neither is Scott H. Biram. The self proclaimed "Dirty Old One Man Band" successfully, and sometimes violently, lashes together blues, hillbilly and country precariously to raucous punk and godless metal. Biram ain't no dour ass singer/songwriter either, sweetly strumming songs about girls with big eyes and dusty highways. HELL NO!!! His singing, yodeling, growling, leering and brash preachin' and hollerin' is accompanied by sloppy riffs and licks from his 1959 Gibson guitar and pounding backbeat brought forth by his amplified left foot. The remainder of this one-man band consists of an unwieldy combination of beat-up amplifiers and old microphones strung together by a tangled mess of guitar cables.
Years of non-stop touring have honed his assault to a fine edge; his wide-eyed throwdowns in the First Church of Ultimate Fanaticism routinely lead giddy followers to a fiery baptism.
Lost Case Of Being Found
Scott H. Biram Lyrics
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It's like a handful of come unwound
It's like a lost case of being found
So baby roll your window down
Well, I spent last night starin' at the moon
Prayin' that you'd be back soon
Well I laid down where I laid with you
You gotta keep movin' on
Gotta keep rollin' round
I been smokin' that ol' reefer down
I got a lost case of bein' found
It's like a handful of come unwound
Let me tell you 'bout this little girl I know
She got blue eyes and a ways to go
She got a handful of I don't know
She's crazy in the head you know
She's a lot like this one horse town
It's like a handful of come unwound
It's like a lost case of bein' found
So baby roll your window down
You gotta keep movin' on
You gotta keep rollin' round
I been smokin' that ol' whiskey down
I got a lost case of bein' found
It's like a handful of come unwound
Well I spent last night starin' at the moon
Prayin' that you'd be back soon
Well I laid down where I laid with you
Then I went back and laid in my room
You gotta keep movin' on
You gotta keep rollin' round
I been smokin' that ol' whiskey down
I got a lost case of bein' found
It's like a handful of come unwound
The first verse of Scott H. Biram's song "Lost Case of Being Found" paints a vivid picture of a rundown and desolate town that seems to have lost its essence - like a "handful of come unwound". The town seems to be aimless, with no direction, and the singer describes it as a lost cause of being found. However, despite the bleakness of the town, the singer urges someone to roll their window down, suggesting that there's a glimmer of hope amidst the desolation.
The second verse shifts into the personal realm, as the singer recounts a night spent reminiscing about a lost love. He stares at the moon and prays she'll come back soon, then goes back to bed and tries to sleep in the same spot where they once lay together. The chorus returns, with the refrain that one must keep moving on, that life is unpredictable and that it can be as disorienting and off-balance as "a handful of come unwound". Despite this, the singer confesses that he's been smoking "that ol' whiskey down", hinting that he's trying to cope with the loss of his love but hasn't quite moved on yet.
The third verse introduces a new character, "this little girl I know," who the singer compares to the town itself. She's a little crazy, and her head is not in the right place, but despite this, the singer is drawn to her. Once again, he urges someone to roll down their window, suggesting that something worth seeing might be happening.
Overall, "Lost Case of Being Found" is a song about being lost and trying to find one's way back amidst the confusion and uncertainty of life. The imagery of a town that has lost its way and the idea of being "a handful of come unwound" gives the song a gritty and honest feel, as the singer searches for meaning in a place where it seems to have been lost.
Line by Line Meaning
Well, let me tell you 'bout this s*** a** town
The singer wants to describe a depressing and dysfunctional town.
It's like a handful of come unwound
The town is chaotic and falling apart at the seams.
It's like a lost case of being found
The town seems to have no hope of turning around and becoming something better.
So baby roll your window down
The artist wants the listener to experience the town for themselves.
Well, I spent last night starin' at the moon
The artist spent a sleepless night in distress.
Prayin' that you'd be back soon
The singer longs for the return of someone they love.
Well I laid down where I laid with you
The singer reminisces about a past relationship.
Then I went back and laid in my room
The artist retired to their private space, likely feeling dejected.
You gotta keep movin' on
The artist advises that one must constantly move forward in life.
Gotta keep rollin' round
The artist suggests that action is necessary to avoid getting stuck in a rut.
I been smokin' that ol' reefer down
The singer admits to using marijuana to cope with their troubles.
I got a lost case of bein' found
The artist is struggling to rediscover purpose and direction in their life.
Let me tell you 'bout this little girl I know
The singer wants to introduce the listener to someone they know.
She got blue eyes and a ways to go
The girl is young and still has much to experience.
She got a handful of I don't know
The girl is uncertain and indecisive.
She's crazy in the head you know
The girl is unconventional and unpredictable.
She's a lot like this one horse town
Like the town, the girl is not impressive and may have a difficult future.
I been smokin' that ol' whiskey down
The singer confesses to bonding with alcohol in response to their problems.
It's like a handful of come unwound
The town is still falling apart and cannot be salvaged.
You gotta keep movin' on
The artist reinforces the earlier message that one must always move ahead in life.
You gotta keep rollin' round
Actively seeking change and new experiences can help prevent stagnation.
I got a lost case of bein' found
The artist is still searching for answers and does not feel like they have yet found their place.
It's like a handful of come unwound
The earlier description of the town as unraveling is reiterated to emphasize its decline.
Lyrics © A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: SCOTT ALAN BIRAM
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