The Back of Beyond (Reprise)

(Dark Appalachian folk / loose organic structure — half-haunted ballad, half-spectral lament) [Instruments: fretless fingerpicked banjo, bowed saw, detuned fiddle, found-object percussion (bones, sticks, tin), breath drones, harmonium swells, wooden flute accents] [Tempo: free-flowing, irregular; guided by breath and silence more than rhythm] [Vocal: dry, close-mic’d baritone with distant whisper harmonies and mouth percussion] [Ambience: forest floor ambience — twigs snapping, soft wind, distant creaks, water drip, breath in leaves]

V4.5

~Part of my soundtrack project. Will be released soon!~

Reprise of:
Instrumental: https://suno.com/s/utMX9au0UbRSd7zT 
Song: https://suno.com/s/HNMGHQHdiho7LlBM

[Verse 1]
Ain’t no trail past the fox-split pine
Where the roots run crooked and the crick runs dry
Left bread crumbs once — moss ate 'em whole
Now even my shadow won’t follow me home

(won’t follow me…)
(follow… home)

[Verse 2]
Laurel’s thick like a tangle of lies
Tongues in the branches, speakin’ in sighs
Sun ain’t welcome — just slips through and fades
Like stories we buried, to wounded to save

(buried too deep…)
(never was grave…)
(low hum that lifts and vanishes)

[Chorus 1]
(That’s the back of beyond…)
Where the holler don’t echo, just swallows your name
(That’s the back of beyond…)
Where the bones ain't buried — just bleach in the rain
No flame holds out, no voice comes back
And somethin’s still breathin’ behind my tracks

[Verse 3]
Saw my mother once, or maybe a dream
Standin’ knee-deep in the sog of the peat
She said “Papa’s waitin’ in the nettle bed,”
But Mama’s been dust since the floods flowed red

[one faint voice:] (red… red… red…)

[Bridge]
Can't hush your heart, if you come this deep
The woods just want it beatin' free
Your name’ll rot where the air gets thin
And the green things feed on what’s kept within

(kept… within…)
(hush now…)
(hush your heart…)

[Chorus 2]
(That’s the back of beyond…)
Where even the crows won’t turn their wings
(That’s the back of beyond…)
Where foxfire spells out forgotten things
No compass turns, no blood runs warm
And the silence ain’t empty — it’s takin’ form

(takin’ form…)
(form… form…)

[Outro]
They say the woods don’t haunt — just hold
But somethin' there remembers in cold
You go too far… you won’t come home
Just leave your voice in the laurel grove

(laurel grove…)
(won't...come… home…)

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© Copyright 2025 SonicSketch https://suno.com/@sonicsketch ~Part of my soundtrack project. Will be released soon!~ Reprise of: Instrumental: https://suno.com/s/utMX9au0UbRSd7zT Song: https://suno.com/s/HNMGHQHdiho7LlBM [Verse 1] Ain’t no trail past the fox-split pine Where the roots run crooked and the crick runs dry Left bread crumbs once — moss ate 'em whole Now even my shadow won’t follow me home (won’t follow me…) (follow… home) [Verse 2] Laurel’s thick like a tangle of lies Tongues in the branches, speakin’ in sighs Sun ain’t welcome — just slips through and fades Like stories we buried, to wounded to save (buried too deep…) (never was grave…) (low hum that lifts and vanishes) [Chorus 1] (That’s the back of beyond…) Where the holler don’t echo, just swallows your name (That’s the back of beyond…) Where the bones ain't buried — just bleach in the rain No flame holds out, no voice comes back And somethin’s still breathin’ behind my tracks [Verse 3] Saw my mother once, or maybe a dream Standin’ knee-deep in the sog of the peat She said “Papa’s waitin’ in the nettle bed,” But Mama’s been dust since the floods flowed red [one faint voice:] (red… red… red…) [Bridge] Can't hush your heart, if you come this deep The woods just want it beatin' free Your name’ll rot where the air gets thin And the green things feed on what’s kept within (kept… within…) (hush now…) (hush your heart…) [Chorus 2] (That’s the back of beyond…) Where even the crows won’t turn their wings (That’s the back of beyond…) Where foxfire spells out forgotten things No compass turns, no blood runs warm And the silence ain’t empty — it’s takin’ form (takin’ form…) (form… form…) [Outro] They say the woods don’t haunt — just hold But somethin' there remembers in cold You go too far… you won’t come home Just leave your voice in the laurel grove (laurel grove…) (won't...come… home…)

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