Brilliant Songs #50: Parker Millsap’s “Dammit”

“It’s hard to see the surface…from the bottom” sings Oklahoma-born, Nashville-based singer-songwriter Parker Millsap in his fiery “Dammit” anthem that fuses near-despair with a defiant, emphatic hope. As so often happens, I stumbled across the impressive, infectious body of work Millsap has been producing for the better part of a dozen years now while I was looking for something else to complement a few thoughts I was hoping to draw forth to help get myself—and maybe you?—through these next days, weeks, oh hell, let’s say it: years.

Four of them.

So many feelings sloshing around about that prospect, words pouring forth from them, competing for expression since the tide started turning in an ominous direction as the late dark hours turned darker on Election Night.

Appalled, confounded, dispirited, disillusioned, fearful for what awaits, for what the man has threatened and promised he will do.

The rhyme scheme and beat have a fine frolicsome time there, bowing happily in each other’s direction before they’re sprinting off and looking for new partners.

By the morning, the finger-pointing from countless corners had already commenced, no doubt an attempt to fill the hollowing out of hope, that thing with feathers, which feels like it has been stolen away, with no one left to prosecute the offenders.

I’ve beheld those fingers and pondered pointing a few of my own today, stopping and starting a dozen times to fill this space with words to help me begin making sense of what happened, why it happened, and What To Do Now.

Having now read and listened to dozens upon dozens of treatises ranging from learned analytical tomes to curt, obscene (and, I would say, unhelpful) pejoratives about the majority of voters and all they represent, I’ve decided to hold off on adding any more notes to the autopsy.

Plenty of time for that later (dammit).

And better, so much of the time, to go first to the poets, and those poets who put their words to song.

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The first song I heard from Parker Millsap, “Forgive Me” (bonus track available below), had me picturing him as a road-weary and raw cowboy crooner in his 50s, laying it all out—heart, soul and guts—on the table, his demons cornering him at last and his “rooms full of questions/
Quite a collection/But answers…only a few.” 

Jeez, was I wrong.

Not about his talent, which I recognized immediately, but as you’ll see below, his age, which was a month short of 20 at the time of the recording. It’s a rare thing to “hear” so much age and hard-won, desperately grasped wisdom from one so young.

Perhaps filling in part of the picture is his childhood in Purcell, Oklahoma, 2020 population: 6,651. Family visits to the town’s Pentecostal Church three times a week no doubt increased his “collection” of eternal questions and pleadings, and though he has reportedly left churchly ways behind, the reverse would not appear to be true.

Which brings us to “Dammit,” released on his 2021 album, “Be Here Instead.” The album’s 12 songs showcase the range that earns Millsap (no relation to Ronnie) his multi-faceted Indie/Alternative/Country/Rock label. Toss in some soul touches (“Vulnerable”) worthy of Al Green, questing ballads (“Now, Here”) that could work just fine for Amy Grant, and hard-charging rock anthems (“Dammit”) nicely suited for Coldplay, and you get a sense of the ease and joy with which Millsap has been exploring his musical sensibilities over the past decade.

“Dammit” actually began life as a ballad with eight chord changes and a slow tempo, he told nashville.com upon its release. When his producer suggested the lyrics could be better showcased with an infusion of rock ala U2, Millsap worked and reworked it, finally dropping down to two chords, amping up the tempo and underlaying it with a driving beat that bestows a clever, expectant pause in the middle of multiple lines, so it feels/reads like this:

You can’t see the forest…for the branches
You can’t see the ocean…from the bottom of the wave
You can’t see the glory…from the trenches
You can’t see tomorrow… from today

It makes for an infectious, immediately hypnotic effect, so give it a listen here and we’ll wind things up on the other side. (The lyrics will appear in full below.)

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The rhyme scheme and beat have a fine frolicsome time there, most first and third lines of each stanza (branches/trenches, minute/in it/, bottom/got ’em, etc.) bowing happily in each other’s direction before they’re sprinting off and looking for new partners.

“Some folks say to smoke ’em, if you got ’em/Dammit if you don’t, damned if you do” would seem a reference to marijuana and its mind-and-private world-altering qualities, its upsides/downsides well-known. But the lines work in a larger sense for all the indulgences and possibilities and risks of life, roads taken and walked wide around, the conundrums of doing/not doing, acting/avoiding, yes/no’ing as thick as the forests, as relentless as the waves, no outcomes assured, deciding not to decide also a decision one must live with.

“It’s hard” is a theme running throughout (Yo, don’t we know it, Bro…), the questions unceasing, the “waves” and “thistles” assaulting him at every turn. And though “It’s hard to know the answer…when the question’s never said,” our narrator wises up to himself near song’s end with this self-admonishing, killer line: “It’s hard to be a dancer, baby, when you’re living in your head.”

I love that line so much I think I will let it linger…for at least four more years.

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                             DAMMIT

You can’t see the forest for the branches
You can’t see the ocean from the bottom of the wave
You can’t see the glory from the trenches
You can’t see tomorrow from today

I can’t tell the hour from the minute
I can’t tell the weekend from the middle of the week
It’s sure hard to see it when you’re way down in it
It’s sure hard to beat it when it makes you feel a little weak

It’s hard to see the surface, from the bottom
It’s hard to know your purpose, ain’t it true
Some folks say to smoke ’em, if you got ’em
Dammit if you don’t, damned if you do

I always try to see the thistle for the flower
I try to see the shower as a break from the heat
I try to whistle straight through the sour
Yeah, the pill tastes bitter but I’ll tell you that it tastes sweet

I said it’s hard to see the surface, from the bottom
It’s hard to know your purpose, ain’t it true
Some folks say to smoke ’em, if you got ’em
Dammit if you don’t, damned if you do

It’s hard to keep a secret but not to tell a lie
It’s hard to believe it when you’re barely getting by
It’s hard to know the answer when the question’s never said
It’s hard to be a dancer, baby, when you’re living in your head

Now you can’t see the future and you can’t keep the past
All the winners are just lucky losers baby, yeah, nothing ever lasts

It’s hard to see the surface from the bottom
It’s hard to know your purpose, ain’t it true
Some folks say to smoke ’em if you got ’em
Dammit if you don’t, damned if you do

It’s hard to see the surface, from the bottom
It’s hard to know your purpose, ain’t it true
Some folks say to smoke ’em, if you got ’em
Dammit if you don’t, damned if you do
Damned if you do.

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The title alone is worth some serious pondering in these fractious and finger-pointing times…

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Beautiful duo here, traveling the intimate byways of their tradition…

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2 comments to Brilliant Songs #50: Parker Millsap’s “Dammit”

  • Mary  says:

    Wowee….Electrifying music and amazing lyrics. I’m glad he’s so young as we will get to have so many years of his music ahead!

    And thank you…I’ve been belting out a few howling songs of pain these last days myself. Nothing that sounded this good, but oh how music helps. It helps so much.

    • Andrew Hidas  says:

      Glad you felt the same as I did upon discovering him, Mary. He’s a unique talent, having mastered such an array of voices—both vocal and lyrical—with a long career trajectory still ahead. Such riches, hiding not so much in plain sight as they are jostling for breathing and thriving room amidst so much other talent. Helps indeed!

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