Theologians, philosophasters, Heads of State, drunks....I've heard from just about every manner of VAN HALEN fan regarding the inspiration and meaning behind this little diddy.
Most seem to favor the obvious:
A tip of the perverbial hat to the ghosty Clint Eastwood westerns.
Others have mentioned the Mad Max flick.
"Carnie magicians", "Crazed roadies", "A shady promoter"...all manner of opinionated pontifications have passed my way.
Personally, I think it's just good-ol' stream of consciousness DLR ramblings.
Somewhere, I'm lost in a turn....explain this thing please.
Somewhere, lost it in a turn
Trouble seems to fit him like a glove.
First come, First served, he's serving it back,
Travels light, without a pack, without love.
He comes from nowhere, returns on his own,
late for the hanging, he's heading for the moon
Hang `em High.
Leather, across his thighs,
Blasting out the night, he's terrified to drive.
One eye on the road, crashed upon his head,
One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead.
He comes from nowhere, returns on his own,
late for the hanging, yes he's heading for the moon
Hang `em High.
Alone to himself, he's laughing up his sleeve,
Looking back in anger, the city is releaved.
Vision of Light,
Child of the night,
Passing by.
Most seem to favor the obvious:
A tip of the perverbial hat to the ghosty Clint Eastwood westerns.
Others have mentioned the Mad Max flick.
"Carnie magicians", "Crazed roadies", "A shady promoter"...all manner of opinionated pontifications have passed my way.
Personally, I think it's just good-ol' stream of consciousness DLR ramblings.
Somewhere, I'm lost in a turn....explain this thing please.
Somewhere, lost it in a turn
Trouble seems to fit him like a glove.
First come, First served, he's serving it back,
Travels light, without a pack, without love.
He comes from nowhere, returns on his own,
late for the hanging, he's heading for the moon
Hang `em High.
Leather, across his thighs,
Blasting out the night, he's terrified to drive.
One eye on the road, crashed upon his head,
One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead.
He comes from nowhere, returns on his own,
late for the hanging, yes he's heading for the moon
Hang `em High.
Alone to himself, he's laughing up his sleeve,
Looking back in anger, the city is releaved.
Vision of Light,
Child of the night,
Passing by.
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