Sitting down to do my last song, I remembered that I hadn't used my new resonator at all during FAWM and that kinda slid to men a sort of southern gothic vibe. Ish.
They called the last month the blackness,
And the first the wolf burrow.
From the blood of hosts murdered in violation of guest welcome
And women dooked and burned as withes,
This last has remembers.
From people murdered so their body parts could be sold to doctors,
To cannibals in the hills, and generations bought & sold for oil and gold,
Theres a reason we plant rowan trees against evil spirits
And the land remembers.
We wear it well, with smiles and arms open wide,
But we drink too much and hold each other back.
From rogues and revenants, this land resonates
Sick saints and sinners, to sleekit saviours, this land needs a saining.
Or we’ll never deserve better.
And that kills me.
@ayehahmur Feb 2022
Caledonian Gothic is most certainly a thing, and this is a belter of a way to describe us. "There's a reason we plant rowan trees against evil spirits?" Ooft. " And: "Or we'll never deserve better"? Double ooft.
The music has a slow determination too. Great that you got the resonator out because it sounds ace, and that organ drone is all back lane growlly in the most recognizable way.
Excellent way to finish.