No longer the song left unsung, I gave the vocals a whirl. Here it is complete with my vocals and a new remix. Somebody had to do it, I hope you like it, it's one of my babies.
I'm a former member of several bands across the country, have been writing songs for 30 years and making home-grown productions for about 25 years. I have been dabbling with a more diverse songwriting style and I am always looking to add something interesting to this Soundclick page. I am a lover of music (but not all music) and will not be boxed into one certain style. I hope you like this as much as I do because my soul is bleeding all over this page....rock on......
Story behind the song
A song of depression and despair. The last time I made 'Junior' cry. 'Junior' was a Gibson Les Paul Junior Lite, Ebony. Had to sell it to buy a new chainsaw. Vocals were a bitch! I wrote it out of my range and did all the music tracks before I realized I can't really sing it.
Lyrics
Ashen
By Kevin S. Dunn
Going on a journey leaving all I know so far behind me
Searching for my spirit, feel I’ve lost it somewhere on the way
So many years of torture must have pulled it limb from limb from limb
I’ll return when I am me and not this freak that I’ve become
Failure, it never failed me
Crawl away and hide my face defeated, buried in my shame
Terror, I live in terror
So afraid to show my face and speak the words or say my name
Got to find a reason for this misery that’s gnawing at me
So I can hunt it down and kill it, find it’s heart and cut it out
Then I’ll eat the bloody thing and savor all the bitter raw
Maybe I will find some peace while sitting in the reeking carnage
Frozen, I'm cracked and bleeding
Battling the elements and feeling I’m the exiled one
Weary, has become a way of life for me
Too tired to laugh, too tired to cry, too tired to dream the rising sun
I have seen the burning bush and I have heard the people cry
Never going to be the same man coming from the mountain high
So much madness, so much illness, so much pain and suffering
Tell you I would end it all if I could just one day be king
Stinging, all the tendons burning
From my legs up to my shoulders carrying my guilty load
Madness, my only true escape
In my head I search for shelter from reality so cold
Ashen, my skin is ashen
Like the body of a fallen sailor floating on the frigid ocean
Passion, returns to mock me
Tell me now what can I do with this my one last cruel emotion?
