When i was a boy i was taught to keep my solemn vows, but I could never take kindly the words from those who spoke, who massed in assembly, who would look at me and say what have you got to give, what have you got for us today.
Their words in my ears were always hollow and clear, always new friends never stayed near, new seasons would approach and devastate, never did i care to make another date, because the seasons squandered were never so pure as the first ray of hope with which they appeared.
Now the dove coos and flaps his wings in the setting sun, the earth a frozen grove of abandoned fun, the rifle chases away what we have done, takes away a piece of me for everyone.
Steeple bells chime as if they are one, speaking through vibrations clear as day, a mindspell’s all a life seems to be the instant those vibrations cease to ring.
Now i get the attention of those who are looking for attention but offer me nothing, want to add me to the roll of their commercial suffering. they use politics to play their tricks, abandon their souls for a common mix.
(more scratch lyrics to Autumn Song)
the lyrics go with the music, and if you don’t hear the music vowel phonemes replicate too quickly. the intro to autumn song has alternate light picking which is enunciated with a hammer upstroke. the drums are supposed to lay the foundation for this. i feel the need to explain why i am choosing short, childlike rhyming sequences.