Story Behind The Song
Explorations with open tunings and an attempt to explore the strange paths that bring people together.
Song Description
Lryical and metaphoric interpretations of the early lives of my Father, Mother and Myself, in that order.
| Song Length |
6:14 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Folk - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Cool, Passive |
Subject |
Change, Existence |
| Similar Artists |
Sinead O'Connor, Shawn Colvin |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Young boy tend your Father's crops
He's left you for the mountain tops
Well, mountains rise and mountains fall
And you're still standing through it all
Don't wait for the dead to call
Young girls perched in high wing-back
Get your things, it's time to pack
These boys won't win your heart today
Becuse your heart is far away
Beating down Chicago way
Bloody rose in summer's bloom
Stretch your arms into this room
Hold me fast with branch and thorn
Cause Gabriel prepares his horn
And I'm still waiting to be born
Shut your doors and lock your locks
Synchronize your doomsday clocks
Wrap your child in golden fleece
The Devil has just lost his lease
The sky is falling piece by piece