I was surprised to see that today’s random track is only the second song I’ve posted from Tift Merritt’s 2004 sophomore album Tambourine. Even more surprising is that the first time was just last summer, when another of its songs showed up on a random weekend.
My love for Tift Merritt is well-documented on the blog, and I have featured her more than 40 times, yet somehow only two of those posts come from this album, the first of hers I heard.
That certainly has nothing to do with the quality of Tambourine. It’s one of her best, and the reason I became a fan in the first place.
I bought this album back in ’04 after learning Merritt would be opening for Elvis Costello at a show I was lucky enough to attend. I quickly fell for the album, and was almost as excited to see her set as Elvis’s. She didn’t disappoint, and afterward I bought her debut CD and had her sign it at a meet-and-greet.
So began a 17-years-and-counting appreciation for one of the most talented, yet unheralded, singer-songwriters around.
But it don’t belong to me
From the window I got here
I count the traffic through my tears
Wanting to write my ticket, write my ticket home
I got to get back in the arms of a man who loves me
I got to get back to the people who have always been proud of me
Take me back, I was wrong
Write my ticket home
Place called Suzy’s, I’m a waitress
Sue says, “Girl, you’ll get used to all this.”
There is no way she could see
How much that cold rain gets to me
How much I traded for a picture in my mind
I got to get back in the arms of a man who loves me
I got to get back to the people who have always been proud of me
Take me back, I was wrong
Write my ticket home
I can hear ’em sitting ’round joking
“She talks so big though she come back broken.”
Well I had to try
I ain’t so proud
I wish I were talking ’bout nothing with them right now
I got to get back in the arms of a man who loves me
I got to get back to the people who have always been proud of me
Take me back, I was wrong
Write my ticket
Write my ticket
Write my ticket home
Such a serendipitous way to discover a favorite artist. Glad I was there at that concert to witness the beginning of your 17 year and counting love affair.