2009-10-18
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Dynasties Fall is our first try at recording words on top of our own instruments. Way back in 2001 when we put out Huhnandhuhn, our first CD, we did include two songs recorded with our guitars and Indian drums, but singing with a conventionally tuned instrument is altogether different from what we tried here…..
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Dynasties Fall : Sung on top of a bass bowus, dotara, boxus quartus, boardus quartus quartet
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Dynasties Fall
Dynasties Fall
dead leaves rustle across the gravel,
with it, the wind carries a hint of winter.
merit is exhausted, dynasties fall,
growing older contradictions surface,
problems long unfixed swell and blossom,
frost burned leaves flutter from the trees.
freezing water rips potholes in the road.
merit is exhausted, dynasties fall,
one more time those who never work
come home from vacation,
turn around, go out to grab a bite to eat
that’s cooked by someone else.
merit is exhausted, dynasties fall,
stunted by too easy lives
those at the top are shallow, weak, and fearful,
sucked dry by their ungrateful children,
who impatient wait for them to clear the way,
while ready to strip their still warm corpses,
their wives dance with bloody hands.
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merit is exhausted, dynasties fall,
but while the top’s been busy rotting,
the bottom’s been big ground down,
and everywhere a terrible sameness.
can one doubt that soon a cold stone wind
will roar thru the bare branches,
and clean quiet snow
will cover all with white.
merit is exhausted, dynasties fall,
merit is exhausted, dynasties fall,
dead leaves rustle across the gravel,
with it, the wind carries a hint of winter.
merit is exhausted, dynasties fall.
growing older contradictions surface,
problems long unfixed swell and bloom.
frost burned leaves flutter from the trees,
freezing water rips potholes in the road.
merit is exhausted, dynasties fall.
one more time those who never work
come home from vacation,
turn around, go out to grab a bite to eat
that’s cooked by someone else.
merit is exhausted, dynasties fall.
stunted by too easy lives,
those at the top are shallow, weak, and fearful,
sucked dry by their ungrateful children,
who impatient wait for them to clear the way,
while ready to strip their still warm corpses,
their wives dance with bloody hands.
merit is exhausted, dynasties fall.
but while the top’s been busy rotting,
the bottom’s been big ground down,
and everywhere a terrible sameness.
can one doubt that soon a cold stone wind
will roar through the bare branches,
and clean quiet snow
will cover all with white.
merit is exhausted, dynasties fall.
merit is exhausted, dynasties fall……
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For several weeks we sweated over the words to this song, but before recording it, I never practiced singing it on top of our music, not even once. So the version we have posted is our very first take, and before I had the mike in my hand I actually had no idea of what I was going to do, of how I was going to fit the words to the music. I did sing it a second time, and that take too turned out lovely and was more than good enough to post, but we liked the wildness of my first try, so that’s the one we went with.
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