r/alaskanbushpeople • u/Careful_Clock1633 • 1d ago
For Anyone Missing Matt
https://youtu.be/OqEIFDO1g4E?si=3LvhKbgh8WS9dTMPI wanted to share this song for anyone else here who is grieving Matt and might find some comfort in it too. Maybe it’s the wandering spirit in the lyrics, the searching, the loneliness, or just the feeling of someone trying to find their place in the world. It also reminds me to find something beautiful in the everyday.
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u/Exact_Increase526 23h ago
I've never heard this song before but it's beautiful. And the lyrics? My God, it's like it was written about Matt Brown. Honestly beautiful.
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u/Sheepherder_Fit 1d ago
Literally explains it in the post.
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u/Sheepherder_Fit 1d ago
People grieve in different ways. OP posted a song that felt related to him in someway and figured sharing it might help others or just a way to grieve. Dont over think it.
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u/Educational_Zone1750 1d ago
JEZAS! I'm so tired of seeing this unsympathetic, borderline psychopathic inability to feel for other fellow humans. It's getting old! If you don't have the emotional capacity to show love, empathy and share in the grieving process. Leave!
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u/Buddy-Nuggs 1d ago
Absolutely.
Beautiful song. Some people understand being down and out. Some people know what it’s like to duct tape your boots together.
Here’s the lyrics to this beautiful song.
I'm goin' down to the Greyhound station Gonna get a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three kids And sit down by her side Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'Bout two or three times Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people I meet And get along with it all Go down where the people say y'all Sing a song with a friend Change the shape that I'm in And get back in the game and start playin' again I'd like to stay, but I might have to go To start over again Might go back down to Texas Might go to somewhere that I've never been And get up in the mornin' and go out at night And I won't have to go home Get used to bein' alone Change the words to this song And start singin' again I'm tired of runnin' 'round Lookin' for answers to questions that I already know I could build me a castle of memories Just to have somewhere to go Count the days and the nights that it takes To get back in the saddle again Feed the pigeons some clay, turn the night into day And start talkin' again when I know what to say I'm goin' down to the Greyhound station Gonna get a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three kids And sit down by her side Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'Bout two or three times Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat Try to hide my sorrow from the people I meet And get along with it all Go down where the people say y'all Feed the pigeons some clay Turn the night into day And start talkin' again when I know what to say