The Song I'm Loving Today

A Little Bit of Everything (Dawes)

T and I saw a few of Dawes' songs when they opened for Bob Dylan earlier this week (more on that later). This particular song caught my attention and hasn't let go.  I'll be honest, I'm not crazy about either the tune or the instrumentation (and what's left in a song, right?), but something about it has just stuck around.

The link above is to the studio version; the video below is Dawes at Lollapalooza 2012.  It sounds a bit more rock-y and heavy on the instruments, which is how it was when I first heard it.



With his back against the San Francisco traffic,
On the bridge's side that faces toward the jail,
Setting out to join a demographic,
He hoists his first leg up over the rail.
Then a phone call is made and police cars show up quickly
And the sergeant slams his passenger door.
He says "Hey son, why don't you talk through this with me,
Just tell me what you're doing it for."

Oh it's a little bit of everything,
It's the mountains, it's the fog,
It's the news at six o'clock,
It's the death of my first dog.
It's the angels up above me,
It's that song that they don't sing,
It's a little bit of everything.

There's an older man who stands in a buffet line.
He is smiling and he's holding out his plate,
And the further that he looks back into his timeline,
That hard road always led him to today.
He's making up for when his bright future had left him,
He's making up for the fact that his only son is gone,
And letting everything out once his server asks him,
"Sir, have you figured out yet what it is you want?"

I think I'll have a little bit of everything,
The biscuits and the beans,
Whatever helps me to forget about
These things that brought me to my knees.
So pile on those mashed potatoes
And an extra chicken wing,
'Cause I'm having a little bit of everything.

Somewhere a pretty girl is writing invitations
To a wedding that she has scheduled for the fall.
Her man says, "Baby, can I make one quick observation?
You don't seem to be having any fun at all."
She says, "Well you just worry about your groomsmen and your shirt size,
And rest assured that this is making me feel good."
I think that love could be so much easier than you realize.
When you can give yourself to someone,
Then you should.

'Cause it's a little bit of everything,
It's the way you choke, the way you ache,
It's getting up before you,
So I can watch you as you wake.
So on that day in late December,
It's not just some stupid little ring,
I'm getting a little bit of everything.

Oh, it's a little bit of everything,
It's the matador and the bull,
It's the suggested daily dosage,
It's the red moon when it's full.
All these psychics and these doctors,
They're all right and they're all wrong,
It's like trying to make out every word
When they should simply hum along.
It's not some message written in the dark
Or some truth that no one sees,
It's just a little bit of everything.