Οι έτεροι, μετά τους B-52s μεγάλοι Γεωργιανοί (Athens Georgia) σε δυο αγαπημένα τραγούδια από το έντονα φολκίζον, τρίτο άλμπουμ τους Fables Of The Reconstruction – εποχές αθωότητας, χαρούμενης μελαγχολίας, αισιοδοξίας μέσα απ’ την απαισιοδοξία.
After B-52s, the other great Georgians (Athens, Georgia) with two beloved songs from their distinctly folk-tinged third album, Fables Of the Reconstruction — an era of innocence, joyful melancholy, and optimism through pessimism.

00:00 Driver 8 03:13 Maps And Legends

The walls are built up stone by stone
The fields divided one by one
And the train conductor says
Take a break, Driver 8
Driver 8, take a break
We’ve been on this shift too long
And the train conductor says
Take a break, driver 8
Driver 8, take a break
We can reach our destination
But we’re still a ways away, but it’s still a ways away
I saw a treehouse on the outskirts of the farm
The power lines have floaters so the airplanes won’t get snagged
The bells are ringing through the town again
The children look up, all they hear is sky-blue bells ringing
And the train conductor says
Take a break, Driver 8
Driver 8, take a break
We can reach our destination
But we’re still a ways away, but it’s still a ways away
But we’re still a ways away, but it’s still a ways away
A way to shield the hated heat
A way to put myself to sleep
A way to shield the hated heat
A way to put myself, my children to sleep
He piloted this song in a plane like that one
She is selling faith on the Go Tell Crusade
Locomotive 8, Southern Crescent, hear the bells ring again
The fields of wheat is looking thin
And the train conductor says
Take a break, Driver 8
Driver 8, take a break
We’ve been on this shift too long
And the train conductor says
Take a break, Driver 8
Driver 8, take a break
We can reach our destination
But we’re still a ways away, but it’s still a ways away
But we’re still a ways away, but it’s still a ways away

He’s not to be reached, he’s to be reached
He’s not to be reached, he’s to be reached
Called the fool and the company
On his own, where he’d rather be
Where he ought to be
And he sees what you can’t see, can’t you see that?
(He sees what you can’t see)
Maybe he’s caught in the legend
Maybe he’s caught in the mood
Maybe these maps and legends
Have been misunderstood
Down the way, the road’s divided
Paint me the places you’ve seen
Those who know what I don’t know
Refer to the yellow, red, and green
(Can’t you see that?)
Maybe he’s caught in the legend
Maybe he’s caught in the mood
Maybe these maps and legends
Have been misunderstood
He’s not to be reached, he’s to be reached
He’s not to be reached, he’s to be reached
He’s not to be reached, he’s to be reached
He’s not to be reached, he’s to be reached
The map that you’ve painted doesn’t seem real
He just sings whatever he’s seen
Point to the legend, point to the east
Point to the yellow, red, and green
Maybe he’s caught in the legend
Maybe he’s caught in the mood
Maybe these maps and legends
Have been misunderstood
Have been misunderstood
Is he to be reached? He’s not to be reached (maps and legends)
Is he to be reached? He’s not to be reached (maps and legends)
Is he to be reached? He’s not to be reached anymore (maps and legends)