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This Grief
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A melodic nod to severe melancholy.
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Acoustic rock and folk rock with country, blues, and American Songbook influences.
Formerly "Dr. C and the Stratocats," I'm now on a solo career as "Dr. C," but I had to change my stage name here because someone else had already claimed it. My music strives for melody above all else; I strive to make my songs memorable, so you can whistle a tune immediately. I see melody as the element most lacking in contemporaryr music. I love Sinatra and the Beatles, Gordon Lightfoot, Paul Simon, anyone who can write a memorable "tune."
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Rock
Charts
Peak #594
Peak in subgenre #80
Author
C. E. Chaffin
Rights
2010
Uploaded
March 23, 2009
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:05
Story behind the song
I was undergoing a severe depression when I wrote it; curiously, the music is much more cheerful than the lyrics. It has a sort of Moody Blues sound with big harmonies.
Lyrics
This Grief This grief's too great to bear, Of pain I've had my share before, So many times before I lift my broken glass And ask that this might pass away, Not see the light of day: friends say, "Let the ti----me go by, Let the ti----me go b---y But the world's gone dark inside my eyes, Cruel shadows fall from leaden skies, I am beyond help and advice. This pain's too much for me, For all eternity I fear I won't get out of here._ Cast out by my own soul, I play the cardboard role of living, While hollow to the core: friends say, "Let the ti----me go by, Let the ti----me go b--y" But the world's gone dark inside my eyes, I am a ghost composed of lies, I have been stripped of alibis. You can't see me-- you cana€™t hear me, I'm not here-- I'm empty, dear . This grief's too great to bear, A wound beyond repair at all-­ I cannot stop my fall . I clutch the faded rose, But death won't interpose his blessing Unless I raise my hand: friends say, "Let the ti--me go by, Let the ti--me go b--y, But the world's gone dark inside my eyes, Cruel shadows fall from leaden skies, I am beyond help and advice. "
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