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This song is a reflection on 2003/2004, a time period when I lost three people that were very close to me.
This is also the first song I've ever written on the guitar that moves past the fifth fret. I'm beginning to move past basic chords. Exciting stuff!
This is also the first song I've ever written on the guitar that moves past the fifth fret. I'm beginning to move past basic chords. Exciting stuff!
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Lyrics
im scrubbin my ears so they shine like the moon
and my funeral shoes will always fit like they used to
the mistake's the belief that the dream will come true
you know you hope like a child just to howl at the moon
and now im standing in the backyard and im pouring a beer
it's the third time this semester what a hell of a year
and my fingers are growing in spite of my mouth
it's taken 23 years just to figure this out.
there is an old lady at the top of the stairs
she's bottled 90 years of insolence and now she dont care at all
she says why, god, why do my babies die?
why, god, why, do you let my babies die?
and my funeral shoes will always fit like they used to
the mistake's the belief that the dream will come true
you know you hope like a child just to howl at the moon
and now im standing in the backyard and im pouring a beer
it's the third time this semester what a hell of a year
and my fingers are growing in spite of my mouth
it's taken 23 years just to figure this out.
there is an old lady at the top of the stairs
she's bottled 90 years of insolence and now she dont care at all
she says why, god, why do my babies die?
why, god, why, do you let my babies die?
aclarke
This song hit me a bit harder than I expected- let's just
say 2003 was not a good year.
Beautifully played and perfectly sung. You do such a nice
job of conveying the emotion and pain of personal loss.