The Nomad’s Theme Song

I saw this video in a rock ‘n roll bar in Amsterdam recently. While I was familiar with Metallica’s Wherever I May Roam, I had never really paid much attention to the meaning of the lyrics. For some reason the message finally clicked with me as a sipped Grolsch beers and flirted with a pretty blonde waitress. This is the nomad’s theme song. How appropriate I heard it on my first adventure to Europe. The lyrics tell the story:

And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need

And with dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave

Roamer, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will

But I’ll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind anywhere
And I’ll redefine anywhere

Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home

(And the earth becomes my throne)

And the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown
Under wandering stars I’ve grown
By myself but not alone
I ask no one

And my ties are severed clean
Less I have the more I gain
Off the beaten path I reign

Roamer, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will

But I’ll take my time anywhere
I’m free to speak my mind anywhere
and I’ll never mind anywhere

Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home
YE’ YEAH

But I’ll take my time anywhere
I’m free to speak my mind
And I’ll take my find anywhere

Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home
I say!

But I’ll take my time anywhere
I’m free to speak my mind anywhere
And I’ll redefine anywhere

Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home

Carved upon my stone
My body lies, but still I roam,
Yeah yeah!

Wherever I may roam
Wherever I may roam
Woah

Wherever I may roam
Wherever I may roam
Yeah!

Wherever I may wander, wander, wander
Wherever I may roam

Yeah, yeah, wherever I may roam

Yeah, yeah, wherever I may roam
Wherever I may roam
Wherever I may roam

A man certainly doesn’t hear lyrics like this in de-balled mainstream “nice guy” music these days. But, there was a time this sentiment was flapping in the breeze in the U.S. Those days are no more. The freedom-minded man is truly all by himself today. The road to personal freedom and fulfillment is the one I’ve decided to take, rather than the well-beaten path to corporate serfdom.

As Robert Frost knew when he wrote The Road Not Taken, taking the road less traveled by makes all the difference. These words embody the spirit of The New Modern Man as I embark for destinations unknown.

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3 comments

  • Warrior Soul, The Wasteland

    From Drugs God And the New Republic Lyrics –

    Detroit got stupid it was timeto blow
    I cant dig people when they play control
    I rocked to manhattan and what’d I see
    some great big buildings that could set me free

    the bars are open all night
    but that damn aids test got me so up tight
    I said that damn aids test got me so uptight
    pay your money to the land lord
    donald trump is just a money whore
    under my bed there’s a baseball bat
    the goddamn taxes gonna break my back

    I’m in the wasteland I’m in the wasteland
    I’m in the wasteland I’m in the wasteland
    I’m in the wasteland, mama you know it’s true
    no motherfucker’s gonna tell me what to do I’m in the wasteland

    the gangs are doing drive by’s in LA
    quinn is drillin’ ink and we’re gettin’ laid
    your shotgun cops are goin’ to hell
    l.a.p.d.’s got an awful smell
    in hollywood the scene’s always
    got the drugs to go on a bender
    everytime I go I never wanna come back
    breathe the summer air, you’ll have a heart attack

    you’re in the wasteland you’re in the wasteland
    you’re in the wasteland you’re in the wasteland

    you don’t buy what the government sells
    the goddamn president can go to hell
    you’re in the wasteland

    I can’t live unless I’m free you’ve gotta run to stay with me
    I move from town to town I’m livin’ on the underground
    hey baby come with me I meet a lot of good company
    to beat the system move around it’s the only way to freedom today
    find the freedom today if I make bail tell you where I go
    gonna cross the border into mexico tequila’s cheap as sunshine
    wind up bangin’ everything in sight I’m free and that’s a fact
    once I leave I ain’t never comin’ back
    I’m in the wasteland

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  • The Angry Outernationalist

    That’s cool and all, but I suppose my theme song is another from Gil Scott-Heron …

    Home is where the hatred is
    Home is full of pain
    And it might not be such a bad thing
    If I never went home again …

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  • Nice! Love me some Metallica.

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