To lead a semi-nomadic existence, traveling from town to town, making a living from odd jobs. To be rootless and transient, calling no one place home.
Sung about often in old folk music, which was written from the perspective of humble, working people, many of whom traveled from town to town in search of work during the Gread Depression. Often used, particularly in the work of Woody Gutherie, as a metaphor for life's journey.
"My mother prayed that I would be
A man of some renown
But I am just a refugee
As I go ramblin' round."--Woody Gutherie, "Ramble Round."
"Now as through this life I ramble
I've seen lots of funny men
Some will rob you with a six-gun
And some with a fountain pen
And as through this life you ramble
And through this life you roam
You will never see an outlaw
Rob a family of their home."--Woody Gutherie, "Ballad of Pretty Boy Floyd."
Just talking, alot and with no specific point in sight.
The retarded teacher likes to ramble.
1. To express views on a subject or idea for a noticeably extended period of time.
2. To express incoherent or nonsense thoughts.
3. Semi-derogatory or self-effacing term for speech patterns that tend to drag on.
v. "Jamie RAMBLED on about casemods for so long, his friends fell asleep."
v. "..but then Tommy said that it was HIS fault and I really don't think it was, but it might have been, except m.. oh, god, am I RAMBLING? Sorry."
1. to go or to leave quickly
2. to move on
1. This blows, let's ramble
2. What's done is done, lord i've got to ramble. see led zeppelin
To cruz some place and wander around.
We rambled the north shore today.
We rambled the beach last week.
To ramble is to have banter with someone or a group of people.
Usually funny chat and amongst friends.
"That's bare ramble"
"We've created some proper ramble right there"
Going on and on about a stupid and worthless subject that no ones interested in anyway
I was watching TV the other day when I saw two hundred rough looking gentlemen nab a round chunck of popcorn before eating a nasty child before 5oo stupid youths had run out the door to greet grandpa dumbhead and that was it because dumbhead had a laser guided RPG that nailed each of them in the forehead and blew off their appendages in a bloody splash and coated the doorway with a crimson liquid that ran down to the floor and pooled in the sewer where more than two million rats lived, but they weren't hungry.