Sometimes we struggle for a way to express our past relationships. The chord sequence for this melody popped into my head so fast I had to record it acappella just so I wouldn't lose the progression. After listening to it I didn't want to record instruments on top because I couldn't envision it as anything but raw. It reflected my feelings at the time. Maybe someone else will be able to enhance what I couldn't.
Lyrics:
In the morning before
he brings me white grass.
Plowing the earth
then he drifts past
onto the next
until it's the same as the last.
White grass.
Rooted snap, and still
I water the white grass.
Pesticides, hoping for rain
the sun is too white,
too revealing.
The pain is here,
I am kneeling in the white grass.
There are things hiding
in the white grass, coming up.
You don't know
how much I cry when
the morning's caught
and the clouds rush in.
You don't
know how much I need you
to ask how much I
cry.
Created: Nov 26, 2017
Audio Media