5 a.m. (1975 Album Version)
| Title | 5 a.m. (1975 Album Version) |
|---|---|
| Artist | David Carradine |
| Album | Grasshopper |
| Release Date | (not set) |
| Description | In this surreal song, David Carradine seems to be describing the aftermath of an epic party at his 70s home at the top of a hill in Laurel Canyon, L.A. (which may or may not have included some acid), and left him like this. Everything is confusing, but that might be at least the general idea, especially if the transcription of the second phrase in the third verse as “Inca indians are hanging on the wall” is exact, accurate, and flawless. In 1965, he played the role of the Inca emperor Atahualpa in the Broadway production of Peter Shaffer’s The Royal Hunt of the Sun, to great acclaim. You can see a gallery of photos from that play here. If any similar picture was hanging on a wall in his house, then indeed there were Inca indians hanging on the wall, and there he was, the last man standing, playing his guitar. About the rest, he just left it up to you to decide. You can listen to it here. |
| Lyrics | Diana's on the bed sleeping off a drunk Simon's on the floor at the foot of the trunk Roger's on the carpet with his mouth open wide Hoping I will stick my head inside Well, Kate's in the corner with her platinum hair The camera's on the table with its icy stare The fondue dish is full of sunflower seeds Well now, they go dancin' on the stove, [with its beads and its bells?] And me, I just feel like hell At 5 a.m. in the morning, yeah With no one to talk to n' No one to walk with n' No one to keep me company But me Horses in the bookcase, madonnas in the hall Inca indians are hanging on the wall Dylan is in the high chair catching his breath While the Sun is in the ashtray catching its death of cold And me, I just feel so old At 5 a.m. in the morning, yeah With no one to talk to n' No one to walk with n' No one to keep me company But me Well, the automatic sprinklers are doing the grass The Doberman is barking at the cars going past The guy down the block is on his way to work The pupils and my eyelids are doing the jerk When the Sun is coming over the hills Well now, he won't do it but a sister will Well, the cat is in the garbage can looking for bones And it looks like I'm just left all alone Playing my guitar [Birds chirping] At 5 a.m. in the morning, yeah With no one to talk to n' No one to walk with n' No one to keep me company But me But me You might also like[Birds chirping] |