Story Behind The Song
The song is about the death of a close family member.
Song Description
Smooth sounding finger style acoustic, fol song.
Song Length |
3:25 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Folk - Country |
Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Depressing, Heartbreaking |
Subject |
Sadness, Doom |
Similar Artists |
Neil Young, Simon & Garfunkel |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
A River sprang up then ran dry,
At the spot where you died,
I told you i'd stop by,
Well here am i
Crouched in the dirt on the bank i cursed
The black eyes of chance,
And offered up my thanks,
And watched as they sang
You've been volunteered to forswear your hawk-mothed breath
For the good of none while stray cats gorge themselves fat
On the scraps from your bones,
That they crack for marrow
Idol i scrape back the grass,
Composed your epitaph
The first was old and crass
They told it fast
Brave yet arrested by fear,
In your twenty-eigth year,
The life i held so dear,
Was ended here
You've been volunteered to forswear your hawk-mothed breath
For the good of none while stray cats gorge themselves fat
On the scraps from your bones,
That they crack for marrow