About the song
“Kris Kristofferson: Shipwrecked in the Eighties”
Imagine this: A weathered sailor, his voice as deep and rich as aged whiskey, recounting tales of love, loss, and the relentless march of time. That’s the image that comes to mind when I think of Kris Kristofferson and his hauntingly beautiful song, “Shipwrecked in the Eighties.”
Released in the midst of the decade, this track serves as a poignant reflection on the passage of youth and the bittersweet nature of nostalgia. Kristofferson’s signature storytelling abilities shine through as he paints vivid pictures of a bygone era, capturing the essence of a generation coming to terms with the realities of adulthood.
The song’s lyrics are filled with imagery of a ship lost at sea, symbolizing the uncertainty and drift that often accompany life’s major transitions. Kristofferson’s evocative wordplay and heartfelt delivery make it easy for listeners to connect with the song on a deeply personal level. Whether you’re reminiscing about your own carefree days or simply appreciate well-crafted songwriting, “Shipwrecked in the Eighties” offers a timeless and relatable experience.
Musically, the track features a simple yet effective arrangement that allows Kristofferson’s vocals to take center stage. The gentle strumming of an acoustic guitar and subtle pedal steel guitar create a warm and inviting atmosphere, perfectly complementing the song’s reflective tone.
“Shipwrecked in the Eighties” is a testament to Kristofferson’s enduring legacy as one of country music’s greatest songwriters. His ability to craft songs that resonate with audiences on a universal level has cemented his place in the pantheon of American music.
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Lyrics
Well you fight like the devil to just keep your head above water
Chained to whatever you got that you can’t throw away
And you’re shootin’ through space on this river of life that you’re ridin’
And it’s whirling and sucking you deeper on down every day
So you turn to your trusty old partner to share some old feelings
And you find to your shock that your faithful companion is gone
And the truth slowly dawns that you’re lost and alone in deep water
And you don’t even know how much longer there is to go on
Like an old Holy Bible you clung to through so many seasons
With the rules of survival in words you could still understand
When they prove something wrong you believed in so long you go crazy
And you’re so close to folding the cards that you hold in your hand
Singing Holy Toledo I can’t see the light anymore
All those horizon that I used to guide me are gone
And the darkness is driving me farther away from the shore
Throw me a rhyme or a reason to try to go on
