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Among The Trees
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Done in about a total of three hours. I like it.
blues rock original
A group that is prone to tandem parasailing.
Well ladies and gentlemen, here we are. Our new name. . . (drumroll) Camelopardalis and the Fat Fingered Five I guess this is where we will put all of our material done by our band, or members of our band. We formed because our rhythm guitarist signed up for a school talent show and we kept going because our lead guitarist had 22 Labs Due (which quickly became our first song).
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Rock
Charts
Peak #147
Peak in subgenre #24
Author
Greg Stoddard
Uploaded
June 28, 2004
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I wrote the lyrics in about five minutes one day. Then hanging out one night, we decided to use them in this song. The song itself actual spans two different topics. Most of the song is about life. The forest is a metaphor for life, the mold being a metaphor that can give you short term kicks, but hurt you in the end. There are many of these, drugs, alchohol, even money. And then I had to throw in the anti-war pacifist bit in the end with the way this man dies.
Lyrics
When I was young I used to roam in my forest. Walk among the trees, I would. Run my hands along the tough, but gentle bark. And when I closed my eyes, I knew where I was. I aged a bit and I would still walk among the trees. Running my hand against the bark I found. A creeping mold growing up the side. It was soft so I mistook it for good. Later in my life I meandered once more. I tried closing my eyes and feeling the bark. I felt the damp moss and tried to lean on it, Only to have the branch crumble down. I tried to walk among the trees With my eyes closed, hoping for Something that had long since Left my feeble body. Frightened I opened my eyes to see What I thought was good had Corrupted my favorite things. And now it was collapsing around me. Ran away from that place and tried To return once again, though, My hands were stained with blood. And my face covered in dirt. Stumbled over malignant roots. Once I was on the floor I found A dirty newspaper from several days Ago, with headlines of an anticipating war. CHORUS Talked of trouble between leaders with Problems from decades ago. Said it will be a bloody conflict Ending with nuclear holocaust. Met a sage once he told me that My life would be one of millions. That I would be a statistic And it came true in that flash of light. CHORUS
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