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This is the second song in that new project I have. The guitar is again in BEBEBE. This was a really difficult song to sing -- I didn't have much time to breathe between phrases, so it was hard to keep my throat loose. Guiding influences for this one range widely, but I think I came up with the riff after listening to a lot of Cave Singers, and the vocal melody for the verse revealed itself after a Yeah Yeah Yeahs song. I hope you enjoy!
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Lyrics
Aw, tell me that this heat will crack, a nut that falls to seasons changing –
You bent me and you broke my back: the world was young, and you were aging.
You formed from grit and dust, trapped me in a myth of mountains,
Heaved my hand to raise you up, poured my sweat into your fountains,
I won’t curl up at your feet, no, I won’t bow to bitter autumn,
Summer strangled in your sheets – you could smile, I was rotten.
Leave my soul alone – you come to skin me live, then you’re gone,
Let me sag into my snows, thread me hollow through a snarling dawn
I found you asleep with weeds on your face where the priests go to pray for the dead,
You rose from your heap and denied me my grace, you hid the harvest under your bed.
All this time in the glut of your cities at dusk and I’m drooping like a waterlogged fuse –
Now your body’s alone in the hills you have grown, and I’m gonna have to turn you loose, oh I think I’m gonna turn you loose...
Aw, tell me that you’ll rise again, flesh the vessel of my sorrow –
The river will not touch your skin, I will not be back tomorrow.
Bind your ragged heart, leave it on your highest tower,
Beasts will tear your fields apart and you will know your final hour.
Your veins, they brim with brumal blood though I await the springtime’s sneering,
I found you in the river mud once the frost, it finished clearing:
Leave my soul alone – you come to skin me live, then you’re gone,
You came again up from my snows, fled me hollow through a snarling dawn.
I found you asleep with weeds on your face where the priests go to pray for the dead,
You rose from your heap and denied me my grace, you hid the harvest under your bed.
All this time in the glut of your cities at dusk and I’m drooping like a waterlogged fuse –
Now your body’s alone in the hills you have grown, and I’m gonna have to turn you loose, oh I think I’m gonna turn you loose...
You bent me and you broke my back: the world was young, and you were aging.
You formed from grit and dust, trapped me in a myth of mountains,
Heaved my hand to raise you up, poured my sweat into your fountains,
I won’t curl up at your feet, no, I won’t bow to bitter autumn,
Summer strangled in your sheets – you could smile, I was rotten.
Leave my soul alone – you come to skin me live, then you’re gone,
Let me sag into my snows, thread me hollow through a snarling dawn
I found you asleep with weeds on your face where the priests go to pray for the dead,
You rose from your heap and denied me my grace, you hid the harvest under your bed.
All this time in the glut of your cities at dusk and I’m drooping like a waterlogged fuse –
Now your body’s alone in the hills you have grown, and I’m gonna have to turn you loose, oh I think I’m gonna turn you loose...
Aw, tell me that you’ll rise again, flesh the vessel of my sorrow –
The river will not touch your skin, I will not be back tomorrow.
Bind your ragged heart, leave it on your highest tower,
Beasts will tear your fields apart and you will know your final hour.
Your veins, they brim with brumal blood though I await the springtime’s sneering,
I found you in the river mud once the frost, it finished clearing:
Leave my soul alone – you come to skin me live, then you’re gone,
You came again up from my snows, fled me hollow through a snarling dawn.
I found you asleep with weeds on your face where the priests go to pray for the dead,
You rose from your heap and denied me my grace, you hid the harvest under your bed.
All this time in the glut of your cities at dusk and I’m drooping like a waterlogged fuse –
Now your body’s alone in the hills you have grown, and I’m gonna have to turn you loose, oh I think I’m gonna turn you loose...
Philip18
There's an urgency to the guitar playing that gives the song life. Emotion in the vocal delivery and rich imagery in the lyrics. I enjoyed the whole perfromance.