There’s a Carrie Rodriguez song that I listen to almost every day when I’m at work, and it stirs up some almost indescribable sense of longing, identification, something I can’t quite put my finger on. It’s the combination of the music, the lyrics, the feel of the song. It sings to my ba. It makes me yearn for something I can’t name. Another music find I owe to Chicory. I’m not quite sure whether to thank her for it.
The lyrics are deceptively simple:
Go get what you want my love
Go get what you need my love
I am with you
I am with you
Go get what you want my love
Go get what you need my love
I am with you
I am with you
This will not turn me away
This will not turn me away
I am with you
I am with you
Go get what you want my love
Go get what you need my love
I am with you
Brooklyn Bridge on a bicycle
Brooklyn Bridge on a bicycle
Don’t he look good
Don’t he look good
Following him right to town
Following him right to town
Don’t this feel good
Don’t he look good
Taken pictures on a subway
Enchilades on a Sunday
Lets get drunk
We’ll all play
Your fancy guitar
Now don’t this feel good
Don’t he look good
Seven angels on a bicycle
Seven angels on a bicycle
I am with you
I am with you
Seven angels on a bicycle
Seven angels on a bicycle
I am with you
I am with you
Go get what you want my love
Go get what you need my love
I am with you
I am with you
Go get what you want my love
Go get what you need my love
I am with you