This started as a finger-picking exercise I came up with. I was practicing it in an empty beer-garden with nobody else around and it sort-of assembled itself into a song. Which was nice.
It features a lot of my favourite tricks, like starting quiet and low to draw people in and then gradually escalating the drama. Basically, I like startling the shit out of people at gigs. I like to have a dramatic arc in a lot of my songs -- the storm threatens, the storm breaks, the storm abates. Then I just have to have my performance match the range of the song.
It's a challenge I always rather enjoy.
Woe is me,
Since I betrayed
My wound,
My lonliness.
Woe, because we
Were at peace,
Now he screams like
A beast,
My lonliness,
My solitude,
My sorrow.
It was no kindness at all
To remind my soul
Of his lonliness,
His solitude,
His sorrow,
My wound.
Bright were the eyes of she
Who so briefly cheated me
Of my wound,
My lonliness.
Deep was her
Sweet laughter
(Deeper and sweeter like water it captures and echoes disaster)
And deeper ever after
Is my wound,
My lonliness,
My sorrow.
It was no kindness at all
To remind my soul
Of his...
Lonliness,
His solitude,
His sorrow...
My wound.
Here in the cold
Of my night-blasted soul,
Here I recall
My wound,
My lonliness.
He... He still lives,
He never forgives
And he'll never leave:
My lonliness,
My solitude,
My sorrow.
It was no kindness at all
To remind my soul
Of his
Lonliness,
His solitude,
His sorrow,
My muse, my truth, my eternity,
My lonliness.