Discover the poetic beauty in ‘The Legend of Barry Kable’ by 30 Odd Foot of Grunts. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 30 Odd Foot of Grunts or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
It was Barry’s dad that committed the deed
That mapped out the life young Barry would lead
Eagle on his chest, he’d roar at the wilderness
’till the stars came out in his own head
Now he waits at the post office for delivery
walks down to the Talbot, just in time for tea
At least at the hostel, they won’t steal your steaks,
My name is Barry and I brought my own plate
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Well he’d ride with me, spit on me, take me on in Crown street
He crossed that road like a river
Painter and Docker, piss-head boxer
But a Rose of Australia was mad Barry
Dog in the moonlight, gentleman when he was right
He just dropped dead in the bottle shop of the Gaslight
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I met Barry’s boy driving him to Mc Kinnon (which is a detox unit)
He confessed to me he’d been doin’ it hard
Looked like his dad, only braver
Well I might have helped him if I could just give the drink away
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