Luc Normand: Original Music
Sure Reminds Me
Style: Folk On the road, away from a loved one (who can't cook), in a motel room that brings back an eclectic array of childhood memories. A song about being on the road but that, ironically, was written in the rented room I called home at the time.
Sure Reminds Me The fake wood panelling on the closet door reminds me of my Dad’s old car. The lampshade reminds me of my Mom’s long skirts she’d wear out in the yard. And the ceiling ain’t made quite the same but it’s got that nicotine glow. Yeah this hotel room ain’t nowhere near it but it sure reminds me of home. Ooo... yeah it sure reminds me of home The ashtray’s made of the same ceramic as my sister’s piggy bank. And the boat in that sun-faded picture frame looks like the one my big brother sank. Yeah with these four walls cavin’ in on me, I only wish I had my own boat to row. No it ain’t anywhere near it but it sure reminds me of home. Ooo... yeah it sure reminds me of home Yeah these eggs they sure taste like rubber and I only wish the bacon would too. I’m a hundred and fifty thousand miles away but this place sure reminds me of you. Yeah this place sure reminds me of you. Ooo... yeah it sure reminds me of home The fake wood panelling on the closet reminds me of my Dad’s old car. The lampshade... of my Mom’s long skirts she'd wear gardening in the yard. Yeah these miles are gonna drive me crazy if the memories don’t. Yeah this hotel room ain’t nowhere near it but it sure reminds me of home. Ooo... yeah it sure reminds me of home © Luc Normand