Story Behind The Song
My daad died and it had a slighly proufound affect on me. You see, my father was a prick and I was glad he was gone. It made me think about my existence and the value of life. So I decided to help my friend dig a 6 foot deep trough from his barn to the chicken coop. It was a one of a kind experience and we broke few shovels and lost a few pick axes on the way. This was something I did ten years ago that no one will ever know about. I wonder what my father did that was significant (other than figt in WW2). You see, you have to choose what hills you are going to die on. the chickens are not going to thank you for installing the pumbing. The shovel is in the barn and you'll meausre the loss. Miles to go, mold and moss.
Song Description
The song is sad and pitiful. There can be little more to describe this song in further deatail. It is the like trying to describe the the weight on your shoulders, or the troubles on your mind.
| Song Length |
3:12 |
Genre |
Unique - Avant garde, Unique - Unclassified |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Depressing, Gloomy |
Subject |
Existence, Luck/Coincidence |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
The Burden
© 2004 James McMillan
The burden is dragging me it?s pulling me down
A chance to smile but I can only frown
The burden is reaching up and it?s pulling me down
Ropes to lift with and hammers to pound
The distance is much to far and too long to cross
I?d see more clearly if I could stand back and watch
The distance will kill us and we move across
Wheels to roll, mold and moss
No, don?t smile at me that way
There?s an anchor chained my face
There?s an axe, there?s blades, there?s knives and chains
Charts and maps are all tattered and frayed
One chance to smile but I delay
I?m getting sleepy now but I won?t go away
I?ll close my eyes on some sore broken day
The shovel is in the barn, you?ll measure the loss
Miles to go, mold and moss