Lyrics & Story
Lyrics & Music by Lo-Liner
Can’t believe you have four kids
Can’t believe you have none
Can’t believe all you do is work
Can’t believe you have nothing but fun
Stop always being with someone
Stop being on your own
Stop being so damn happy
Stop bring so damn low
Everything that’s right to you
It’s wrong to me
And everything you’re blinded to
I can see
How can you be so rich
How can you be so poor
You’re fake and inauthentic
I’m authentic to the core
I’m saved and I’m not lost
You’re lost and you won’t be found
My heaven is higher than yours
Your hell’s here on the ground
Everything that’s right to you
It’s wrong to me
And everything you’re blinded to
I can see
Looking Down
The hills and trees look the same
Is that an interstate you’re driving down
Or just a road that has no name
I’d have done it differently
The way it should have gone
Where you went left, I’d go right
That’s why your life is wrong
One thing is true
You’re living and then you’re dead
Thank God we can come together
Right here on the comment Thread
Everything that’s right to you
It’s wrong to me
And everything you’re blinded to
I can see
Track Credits
Arlan Lackie - Vocals & Guitar
Lucile Lackie - Lap Steel
Jesse Harmonson - Drums & Bass
Recorded and Mixed by Daniel Guenther at Jack Straw
Mastered by Moe Provencher at Jack Straw
© Copyright Lo-Liner 2019
JAMES KIM
By Jonathan Shipley
Just one wrong turn can kill you. It killed James Kim.
On Saturday, November 25, 2006, Kim was driving a silver Saab station wagon. He was heading south on I-5, heading back home to San Francisco from Seattle. He was in Oregon. Sitting next to him, his wife, Kati. In the back seat, their two girls, a 4-year-old and a 7-month old.
They had just eaten at a Denny’s. It was dark. It was around 9 pm when they left the restaurant and the meal that would be James Kim’s last. They were planning on spending the night at the Tu Tu’ Tun Lodge on the Rogue River near Gold Beach near the Oregon Coast. They would never check in.
Kim simply missed the exit near Winston, Oregon for Highway 42. Down I-5 they went for about an hour. Not seeing any exits that would take them to the coast, they pulled off. They got gas. The looked over a print map. They decided to try Bear Camp Road to get there. It was a treacherous road in winter. In 1994, Dewitt Finley, an RV salesman got stuck up on that road. He starved to death.
Kim missed another turn. They found themselves miles deep on a logging road going seemingly nowhere. They stopped, lost, and hunkered down for the night. No one knew they were lost. No one knew where they were. It was nine days before a helicopter pilot found Kati waving an umbrella and jumping up and down. In the car nearby, her two starving children.
“For the first three days we honked the horn a lot,” Kati Kim said in an interview after the tragedy. “It was inconceivable we would not be rescued right away.” They told each other stories. They sang songs. They played a lot of Hangman. Their gas ran out as they tried to keep themselves heated in the frigid winter. They burned magazines. When those ran out, they burned the tires of their car.
On December 2nd, James Kim left his family to get help. He never returned. “Something had to have happened to him, he would never leave us in a million years,” Kati Kim said. “He would never leave his family alone...He would have never left us.”
Since the tragedy, communication has improved amongst search and rescue agencies in the area. CORSAR was created - California Oregon Regional Search and Rescue - that now works together to share resources on search operations. The organization gathers every summer for training. A state report two months after the ordeal found gaps in communication between the various entities trying to find James Kim and his family. It did not conclude that he would have survived with better performance.
James Kim left the car and slogged uphill for several miles. There was snow. There were footprints that he left. There were clothes that he was depositing. Was he leaving a trail? Or was he hypothermic? He rethought his plans. Instead of going up, perhaps he could follow the Rogue River into town. He walked off the logging road into Big Windy Creek Canyon.
His body was found on December 6th at 12:03 pm. He was lying on his back in two feet of water in Big Windy Creek. He had walked 16 miles from the car to that point. He had died because of hypothermia. Black Bar Lodge was only a mile away. “I knew,” his wife said, “that either there was going to be bright lights and a truck and him rescuing us, or…”
For further reading:
Kim Tragedy
Kim Family’s Fatal Oregon Journey