You're in Maya
Lyrics
He hit me right in the face
I drove the Falcon up Towne
Hung out in the library parking lot
The swelling'll never go down
Pint of Hiram Walker in the lining
Of my father's old corduroy coat
Big big plans hatching in my brain and a
Big ugly lump in my throat
I drove up to Harvey Mudd and I played pinball
'till I didn't want to kill anyone
Polished off all my cheap whiskey
And stepped out into the California sun
Singing bainne na mbó ar na gamhna
And the juice of the barley for me
Singing bainne na mbó ar na gamhna
And the juice of the barley for me
My thirst carried me up the coast
Where it only got sharper, goddammit
In a small room that got even smaller
A block away from the Willamette
There was nowhere I needed to go
And nowhere I wanted to be
And my window looked out upon nothing
And nothing looked right back at me
I had a couple of things on my mind
A couple of problems to think through
And I drank 'til I couldn't see straight anymore
Until there was nothing to drink to
Singing bainne na mbó ar na gamhna
And the juice of the barley for me
Singing bainne na mbó ar na gamhna
And the juice of the barley for me
Banter
- The chorus is in Irish Gaelic. [Several in the audience cheer.] Thank you to my Gaelic speakers in the house. What it means is, ‘The milk of the cow is quite fine for the calf but the juice of the barley is what’s for me.' (2003-06-06)
- This gentleman here wants to hear a song that's never been released. It's called You're in Maya, it's, uh... one of the very few true stories in my arsenal and I feel really weird playing it. (2003-06-27 - Mains d'Oeuvres, Paris)
Live Performances
2003-06-27 - Mains d'Oeuvres, Paris (recording)
Footnotes