[Decade: 1995] [Genre: Bluegrass, Subgenre: Indie Rock / Thrashgrass] [Country: USA] [Vocalist info: Deep Gritty Male Vocals - strained, gravelly, Badgids] [Music descriptors: Fast 160 BPM, Thrash flatpicking, Slap Bass, Aggressive Mandolin chop] [Dialect: Inland South] [Theme: Cursed / Everlasting Life] [Instrumental Prelude] [Forte] [*Frantic, speed-metal tempo acoustic guitar flatpicking*] [*Upright bass slapping triplets*] [Male Vocal - Gritty] [VERSE 1] I watched the sapling sprout up through the red clay Watched it thicken into oak and turn gray I watched the lightning split it down the spine While I stayed barely thirty for the hundredth time My boots are leather but my feet are made of bone Dragging through the decades all alone The gravedigger knows me by the shape of my chin He knows I’m the one the earth won’t let in [Pre-Chorus] [Mezzo Forte] [*Rhythm slows slightly, heavy bass focus*] I drank the poison but I just got sick I jumped the gorge but the water wasn't quick Nothing sticks! [CHORUS] [Fortissimo] [Anthemic, shouted harmony] Don’t you wish for the well that never runs dry! It’s a heavy damn thing to never get to die! I’m a rusted nail in a house falling down Watching my kinfolk rot in the ground! YEAH! The sun keeps rising like a fever in the head Lord, I’d give it all to be dead! [Instrumental Interlude] [*Furious fiddle solo playing dissonance*] [Male Vocal - Gritty] [VERSE 2] Mary had a smile like a fresh sliced peach But the winter of '09 put her out of my reach Then there was Sarah with the coal-black hair I buried her too, and it hardly seems fair To stand by the marker while the granite turns to dust Eating up the grief 'cause I simply must My memory is a attic full of busted chairs Confusing the names and the colors of their glares [Pre-Chorus] [Mezzo Forte] The rope snapped clean when I kicked the crate Train skipped the track when I stood on the grate Just my fate! [CHORUS] [Fortissimo] [Anthemic, high energy] Don’t you wish for the well that never runs dry! It’s a heavy damn thing to never get to die! I’m a rusted nail in a house falling down Watching my kinfolk rot in the ground! YEAH! The sun keeps rising like a fever in the head Lord, I’d give it all to be dead! [Bridge] [Mezzo Piano - Building to Forte] [*Half-time tempo, heavy kick drum stomp*] They say eternity is a gift of gold But it’s just a story that got too old I’m tired of the changing of the government Tired of the money and where it went I’m tired of the moon looking down on me Like a prisoner that lost the key! [Crescendo] LOST THE DAMN KEY! [Instrumental Solo] [*Explosive Mandolin and Banjo trade-off - Thrash speeds*] [Male Vocal - Gritty] [FINAL CHORUS] [Fortissimo] Don’t you wish for the well that never runs dry! It’s a heavy damn thing to never get to die! I’m a rusted nail in a house falling down Watching my kinfolk rot in the ground! YEAH! The sun keeps rising like a fever in the head Lord, I’d give it all... I said I'd give it all... TO BE DEAD! [OUTRO] [Mezzo Forte] [*Music cuts abruptly to just a single guitar note*] Still breathing... Still here. [*Heavy sigh*] [END]
