Our interpretation of the message of “Kerosene”
is that the lyrics reference the tendency of society to scorch our dreams and dictate
behavioral expectations, particularly if a person’s dreams reside in the arts. But
the single from Pat Byrne recommends moving forward regardless. Specifically, the
lyrics instruct “Draw a line in the sand // Get up make a stand.” [Those
instructions reminded us of a favorite from 2012 – “Taking Alcatraz” by Field
Report is included in this post.)
Pat Byrne has a voice that is well
tailored for storytelling, much like Jason Isbell. Byrne is an Ireland born-and-raised
vocalist/songwriter who now calls Austin, Texas, his home. “Kerosene” is from
his recently released album “Into the Light.” The appealing pedal steel guitar
on the single is played by Joshua Grange.
“Kerosene” by Pat Byrne
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Lyrics of “Kerosene” by Pat
Byrne
She struggles with anxiety
She’s a product of society
Talks about it all in her poetry.
Poetry’s her lifeblood
But it’s always so misunderstood
People say it’s bad, she knows it’s good.
She knows that it’s good.
Harry’s got a new dream
Says he’s gonna make it on the big screen
If he’s a movie star, then I’m the queen.
He’s always on the backfoot
Listens to the whispers in the neighborhood
People say he can’t, he knows he could
He knows that he could.
So, throw away another journal
Don’t stray outside the circle,
Who do you think you are?
Get your head out the stars
You’re crippled by another feeling
Staring at another ceiling
Weep it away, night turns to day,
Find your something to say.
You didn’t act like they told you
Didn’t love who you’re supposed to
Someday the devil’s gonna get you.
And there’s no time for laughter
No time for happy ever after
When people wanna own you.
People wanna own you.
Here comes the cavalry
In waves of depravity
Coming for you, turning the screw.
To sniff out the blasphemy
Broken scales of morality
Draw a line in the sand,
Get up, make a stand.
Take your place with the damned.
You’ve still got the big dreams?
Still think you’ll make it on the silver screen?
We’ll smother that all in Kerosene.
She struggles with anxiety
She’s a product of society
Talks about it all in her poetry.
Poetry’s her lifeblood
But it’s always so misunderstood
People say it’s bad, she knows it’s good.
She knows that it’s good.
Harry’s got a new dream
Says he’s gonna make it on the big screen
If he’s a movie star, then I’m the queen.
He’s always on the backfoot
Listens to the whispers in the neighborhood
People say he can’t, he knows he could
He knows that he could.
So, throw away another journal
Don’t stray outside the circle,
Who do you think you are?
Get your head out the stars
You’re crippled by another feeling
Staring at another ceiling
Weep it away, night turns to day,
Find your something to say.
You didn’t act like they told you
Didn’t love who you’re supposed to
Someday the devil’s gonna get you.
And there’s no time for laughter
No time for happy ever after
When people wanna own you.
People wanna own you.
Here comes the cavalry
In waves of depravity
Coming for you, turning the screw.
To sniff out the blasphemy
Broken scales of morality
Draw a line in the sand,
Get up, make a stand.
Take your place with the damned.
You’ve still got the big dreams?
Still think you’ll make it on the silver screen?
We’ll smother that all in Kerosene.
“Taking Alcatraz” by Field Report
This is a song I never knew I needed...
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