We All Kill The Things We Love (Old Masters Reinterpreted)
Words forged by Rikki Morningstar Inspired By Oscar Wilde The Ballad Of Reading Gaol -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Entry for the [OLD MASTERS REINTERPRETED] event by @lutztig25 Eventplaylist: https://suno.com/playlist/37101fff-3234-4a68-838a-caf8f1b9ab4b -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Intro ā quiet, dark, almost spoken] [low cello drone begins] He did not wear his scarlet coatā¦ [soft cello hit] For blood and wine are redā¦ And blood and wine were on his handsā¦ [Deeper cello strike] When they found him with the deadā¦ [Verse 1] [Muted cello pulse under each line] Cold stone walls and iron bars Echo names and broken hearts Every man just waits his turn To face the fireā¦ or slowly burn I hear the silence start to scream Nothing here is what it seems [Pre-Chorus] [Rising cello swell] We walk in shadows, we pretend Weāre not already at the end [Chorus ā full band + emotional cello] [Strong cello hit] Yet each man kills the thing he lovesā¦ I feel it tearing me apart With every breath, with every touch [Cello swell rising] We break whatās closest to our heart Some do it softlyā¦ some with lies [Cello pulse] Some with a kissā¦ some with a knife But in the end, itās all the sameā¦ [deep sustained cello] We loveā¦ we loseā¦ we take the blame [Verse 2 ā with original structure] [Rhythmic cello plucks heartbeat-like] The coward does it with a kiss The brave man with a sword Some kill their love when they are young And some when they are old Some strangle it with hands of Lust Some with hands of Gold [Rising cello tension] The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow coldā¦ [Sudden cello drop] [Pre-Chorus ā heavier, more emotional] And still the night wonāt let me sleep These ghosts are buried far too deep [Layered cello strikes, echoing] [Chorus ā bigger, more desperate] Yet each man kills the thing he lovesā¦ [Powerful cello hit] I feel it carving through my soul Every memory cuts too deep [Cello tremolo building] Every shadow takes control [Bridge āemotional breakdown ā CELLO SOLO] [Bridge ā stripped, voice + cello] I watched a man walk to his end [Slow cello note] No prayersā¦ no godsā¦ no helping hand And something broke inside of me [Cello cracks upward] Something Iāll never let you see [Cello Solo ā centerpiece] [starts low, mournful, almost whispering] [Builds into crying, screaming tone] [Bends and slides like a voice breaking] [Ends in a long, aching sustain] [This is where the cello becomes the grief.] [Break ā Spoken / Whisper] And all men kill the thing they loveā¦ By all let this be heardā¦ [Faint echoing cello] [Final Chorus ā grand, epic] Yet each man kills the thing he loves [Massive cello strike] And still we beg for one more chance To hold, to feel, to not let goā¦ [Cello + strings swelling together] While digging our own graves in trance [Outro ā quiet, haunting] And all men kill the thing they loveā¦ [Single soft cello note] But not all menā¦ must dieā¦ [Final fading cello resonance]
