I'm all over the neck on this one, but I know it was capoed. I'm an avid Shubb Capo user. Leads were done on a Cordoba FCWE nylon string.
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Story behind the song
I think all songwriters have to write a song every 20 years or so to try and explain themselves. This song is a metaphoric memoir with songs being my children. "Children gather at the strings" Admittedly 500 kids is a lot of kids and my flesh and blood kids come first at least most of the time. But there's still that drive to keep creating...
Lyrics
1. Where does it all end, what does it matter
When were all dusty like a pile of yellowed papers
Trying negotiate, an compromise
That makes sense of living, and extends past infinite life
The children gather at the strings
Some have as much life as flesh and bone
A time and a place and an emotional glimpse
A memoir composed, with life of its own
2. I am, I was, I was made and will expire
If there was no music, I could not survive
I don't try and change eternity
And I don't need the answers to why?
3. All things are under perpetual change
We live out loud, or die a bit every day
It doesn't matter, where we thing we're going
As long as we keep moving forward
4. Does it matter where you've been or who you used to be
Riding past glories, into some virtual sunset
It's really not a matter of relevance
When the mysteries are unconcealed
5. The hands may be gnarled and the lines deeply drawn
By the weather of a well fought life
Though it might not be as fast as it used to be
The blood still rises and the bark still can bite
6. The fluff & stuff that dreams are made of
Has nothing to do with the point of creation
The constant of learning from past mistakes
Self absorption and eventual revelation
