Lyrics By: J G. Argo ©2026 About “Table of Ashes” — J.G. Argo This song came from a dream I had while stepping into a new chapter of my life. In the dream, I was standing at a table where everything familiar had burned down to ash — belief systems, expectations, labels that once defined me. “Table of Ashes” isn’t about anger. It’s about awakening. It’s about walking away from fear-based faith and realizing you were never lost — just uninvited to stay small. What some called heresy became healing. What felt like exile became freedom. This song is for anyone who’s had to leave the table in order to find their breath again. — J.G. Argo ------------------------------------- [Intro – Spoken + Native Flute Motif + Wind + Low 808 Pulse] I called to the past — But the past stayed still. Like dust remembering The shape of a will. I walked through rooms Where my name was known… But I was never meant To shrink to stone. [Low wind rises.] [Verse 1 – Spoken-Chant Over Sparse Tribal Drum + Soft 808] I worked for bread that hunger couldn’t fill, Swallowed the rules that taught my heart to be still. They lifted the word like a star in the night — But the shadow it cast dimmed its own light. Thunder in voices that prayed without skin, Teaching the soul how to carry quiet sin. I bowed to the sound of authority’s tone… While the truth inside me stood alone. [Flute answers the final line.] [Chorus – Hypnotic, Layered, Expanding] Ashes on the table, Silence in the pews. Ashes on the table, Where the faithful refused. I found my breath in the rising flame, The wild wind calling my hidden name. You called it heresy — I felt the sky Open its wings where the old worlds die. [808 deepens. Choir widens.] [Verse 2 – Dream Confrontation, Minimal Beat] I stood in the room where my shame was kept, Where judgment watched while memory slept. “You know what you were,” the old voice said — But my hands were clean of the words they fed. Not the judge in robes of dust and bone, But a quiet presence that claimed me home. I left that house at the edge of night, Carrying only a spark of sight. [Drums fade.] [Bridge – Near Silence, Wind + Low 808 Heartbeat] I was not broken. I was becoming. Not cast out — Just called forward. [Flute slowly returns.] [Final Chorus – Cinematic Tribal Lift] Ashes on the table — But the storm has turned. Ashes on the table — And the fire still burns. I feast with the wild where the rivers run free, And the wind keeps the ancient dream of me. Let the smoke fall back to the earth below… Let the buried seed begin to grow. [Full choir + sustained flute note.] [Outro – Whisper + Fading Flute] I was never lost. Only uninvited. And the sky was waiting.
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