Story Behind The Song
The box stored songs I wrote 15 years or so ago. After 9/11, I felt the need to pursue my songwriting career and I wrote this song about a songwriter that digs out his songs. That Black Box is more than a song. It is a state of mind and the human need to follow our dreams. Perhaps you have a stash of family photographs collecting dust at the bottom of your closet. Or you have a dream to open a family business, publish a novel or become a firefighter, teacher or dancer. Whatever you have contained in That Black Box, go recover it and remember those who have inspired you.
Song Description
My signature song - about a songwriter who digs up forgotten songs to fulfill dream. I hope I can make it there someday.
Song Length |
4:28 |
Genre |
Country - Traditional, Country - Contemporary |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Peaceful, Tranquil |
Subject |
Spirituality |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
THAT BLACK BOX
Music and lyrics by Ken Buchanan, (c) 2003
Contact: ken@kbsongs.com
Web: www.kbsongs.com
Each morning I chase the sunrise, twenty-one years now on this barren farm
Plowing fields, planting seeds just like my daddy did ? I figured it couldn?t do a man no harm
Well high noon I ditched that tractor, crossed that pasture to that old yellow house
Dropped down to my knees and clawed endlessly, and recovered that black box
Not clear the rhyme or reason, I merely sat there and stared her down
Thinking back to those days and my childhood ways when lonesome could not be found
In that black box abandoned, lay my songs of days gone by
How I yearn oh my Lord to strum those golden chords and chase that castle in the sky
That black box is like a treasure, buried ?neath a shroud of dust
Stowing songs once gone forever like cowboys long after dusk
Precious words some torn some faded, all those years that they were locked
Mama told me son let your freedom run, but remember that black box
Mama died last summer, daddy followed soon in early fall
Now how I pray that they?ll come back one day, their memory is my beckon call
So trusting fate I poured my best whisky, downed two shots and popped that lock
And there underneath rest this pure melody still burning but never lost
That black box is like a treasure, buried ?neath a shroud of dust
Stowing songs once gone forever like cowboys long after dusk
Precious words some torn some faded, all those years that they were locked
Mama told me son let your freedom run, but remember that black box
That black box stands strong for 9/11, and those our hearts now hold
Preserving peace and hope inside that eternal emblem, like angels who guard our souls
And our great faith in glory hallelujah that dark day was never lost
So do like I?ve done let your freedom run, but remember that black box
Set free those white doves reach to the sky above
And go recover that black box