Story Behind The Song
An ancestral ode to survival and longevity in the American West with verbal images of landscape, objects and experience tied to past, present and future.
Song Description
Western/Celtic rock song about family, longevity, security and life during difficult times on the American continent.
Song Length |
6:16 |
Genre |
Rock - Indie/Low-Fi, Rock - Classic |
Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Duet Male |
Mood |
Heated, Brutal |
Subject |
Justice, Freedom |
Similar Artists |
Led Zeppelin, Neil Young |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
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Lyrics
Bleached Bones
Bleached bones on the peaks and valleys.
Bleached bones hair stuck to the hide.
Listen close you'll hear the wind shuffle.
Listen close you'll hear the wind subside.
Clay magnets the bodies of mothers and fathers.
Clay magnets the bodies of us all.
Rolled accents the verses of your siblings.
Rolled accents, reason gathered small.
Health and hope to the romance languages.
Health and hope to the invisible crown.
We're smoke on the lens of an ancient eyepiece.
We're fog on the rise of a daylight mound.
The bricks you found steady, [Chorus]
the memories you hold dear,
empty ashes of departure in a lake wide and clear.
Time is a round tablet,
a tin drum and a magnet.
Time is a bone mallet and an active ear.
Watch how you approach it, bend it and use it.
Be careful, use caution and always take care.
Bleached bones on the peaks and valleys,
earthen tones on young planet skin.
Old songs build and settle in easy.
A lattice of limbs raises us all.
Curl about me, it's Winter we are bound for.
Tie this knot, but open the lair.
Let's wrap up our bones in an Easter apron.
Let's draw Spring through a straw with wire.
[Chorus]
(c)(r)(p) 2010 Christian Arial