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Death Nesting - I Came To See You Again

Hollow Root Records
Death blues, gothic blues, funeral blues, Dark, swampy, heavy with dread and sorrow, a slow-burning lament that feels like it’s crawling out of the dirt, raw, primal, ritualistic, and spiritual, Melancholic piano leads the music, playing sad melodies and rhythms of heartache and grief, Resonator slide guitar drenched in reverb, playing slow droning blues riffs, occasional bowed slide guitar accents for eerie texture, low growling bass with a hollow swampy feel, faint organ or harmonium for a ghostly undertone, Gravelly cracked male preacher-like vocals, half-sung half-spoken delivery like a funeral sermon turned blues ritual, with call-and-response echoes or layered ghostly moans in the background, Emotional tone is weary, defiant, mournful, primal, Slow dragging tempo around 40–50 BPM, hypnotic and repetitive like a funeral march through the swamp, with occasional pauses or dropouts to let silence weigh heavy, melancholic blues

I came to see you again, The grass already grown over your name. I brushed the dirt from the letters slow, And whispered that I’m still somehow here. The wind just sighed through the cedar trees, It didn’t bring no comfort to me. The ground was cold, the sky hung low, And I wished it was me underneath. I came to see you again, Just to hurt like I always do. The world moved on without me, But I can’t move on from you. Your stone’s leanin’ like my tired spine, Your flowers are brittle and brown. I keep bringin’ new ones, But they die the same damn way. I told you things I can’t tell no one, My voice cracked and bled in the wind. You don’t answer, but I still wait, For a silence I can breathe in. I came to see you again, Just to hurt like I always do. The world moved on without me, But I can’t move on from you. I swore I’d live, but I lied to us both, I’m a ghost with a heartbeat achin’. Every road leads me back to your stone, But I leave every time with my heart undone. I knelt ‘til the dirt soaked through my knees, Watched the rain wash over your name. And for a while, it felt like grief could speak, But it just whispered my pain. Oh, I came to see you again, ‘Cause I don’t know where else to go. The grave don’t care, it just keeps you close, And lets me die real slow. I’ll be back tomorrow… ‘Cause I don’t know how not to.