Nobody Knows

If there is a song that rings true today (and for that matter, will always state the truth), it is Nobody Knows from the Allman Brothers Band. Everyone is an expert in everything. Everyone is a politician. Everyone is a foreign trade expert. Everyone is an economist. Everyone thinks they know how everyone else should act, think, feel, breathe. Everyone is swimming in this ocean of life with their own opinions based on their own experiences and interactions. The one that seems to have any clue is Dickey Betts when he wrote this one — because it is true…NOBODY KNOWS!

As a musician, this tune is such a masterpiece in band interaction. The chord changes are perfect. The backdrop to both Warren and Dickey’s solos are perfect. You can’t do it any better than this. Warren is possessed by a bird trying to fly away at 5:15. It reminds me of a leaf falling to the ground off a tree or a bird floating through the air (yeah I am totally weird). Enough rambling, cause when all said and done, I have no clue either…….!!

The oceans still move with the moon and the sky.

The grass still grows on the hillside.

Nobody knows about what's going on,
With the wood and the steel,
The flesh and the bone.
River keeps flowing and the grass still grows,
And the spirit keeps going, nobody knows.
Poets they come and the poets they go,
Politicians and preachers they all claim to know.
The words that are written and the melody's played,
As the years turn their pages, they all start to fade.
The oceans still move with the moon and the sky,
The grass still grows on the hillside.
Got to believe in believing,
Got to believe in a dream,
Freedom is ever deceiving,
Never turning out to be what it seems.
It's amazing how fast our lives go by,
Like the flash of the lightning or the blink of an eye.
We all fall in love, and we fall into life,
We look for the truth on the edge of a knife.
Heavens turn around the river still flows,
Spirit keeps going, nobody knows.
Words that are written and melody's played,
As the years turn their pages, it all start to fade.
Oceans still move with the moon and the sky,
The grass still grows on the hillside.
Got to believe in believing,
Got to believe in a dream,
Freedom is ever deceiving,
Never turning out to be what it seems.