just a deliberately enigmatic cut mourning the loss of a damn good cat named TJ.
Peak: #158 (261,286 songs currently in Rock)
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January 16, 2010
MP3 4.4 MB, bitrate 128 kbps.
jerg ripp/carroll/leal © 2010
Story behind the song
just wanted to create a tribute to vanished fourleggity friend without being too literal/specific about the subject.....
A Harvest moon silhouettes
The image of a riderless horse
Unleashed from some fever dream
That has finally run its course
In the dark I think of Handsome Tom
I feel the weight of his black eyed stare
And I ask his ghost where he'd gone
When he vanished into the still August air
Handsome Tom was born to run the night
THrough the hollers where few creatures dare
Did some stray demon have him in its sight
The night he vanished into the still August air
A waning moon sinks and disapears
Behind the far Eastern hills
And I catch a glimpse through my veil of tears
Of a riderless horse standing perfectly still