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“The South has a certain poetry and romance to it, lots of old ghosts. That’s kind of what "A Song for Our Grandfathers” was about—just thinking that my grandparents are watching over me, and how things come together and connect to make us who we are.“ says singer/lyricist Samuel T. Herring in an in...
[Verse 1]
Been a long time, in a low place
Surrounded by what I have made
Need to get away
Get away from what relates
And what was done, 'cause it's all over now
Through the woods, I come running to loose leaf
And carve my name
In the lines, there's not a trace
I hear the ghost whisper, and those old eyes watching me
But I feel safe, grandfather looking over me
[Chorus]
He said, "Don't make 'em wait
Gotta go a long way
Let's be brave
Don't make 'em wait
No, don't make them wait"
[Verse 2]
I sat down, with a coffee on my bent knee
Looking out, at the burnt land, looking back at me
These used to be green crops
And high on a summer breeze
Now it's fallow fields and clear-cut barren weeds
They said that if I stared
The abyss would stare back at me
So I did...
And I felt it slowly creep in me
Save for the smoke, that danced when I took a drag
It made me think about the way it all came to be
Grandmama watching over me
[Chorus]
And she said, "Don't make 'em wait
Gotta go a long way
Let's be brave, show them the way
Nah, don't make them wait"
[Bridge]
Don't make them wait, nah
Don't make them wait
[Outro]
I hear the ghost whisper
And those old eyes watching me
But I feel safe
I feel safe
A Song for Our Grandfathers was written by Gerrit Welmers & William Cashion & Samuel T. Herring.
A Song for Our Grandfathers was produced by Chris Coady.
Future Islands released A Song for Our Grandfathers on Mon Mar 24 2014.
Samuel T. Herring: “A Song for Our Grandfathers” we wrote at William’s family’s hunting cabin in North Carolina. I was listening to the demo and looking out at the land, which is about half a mile back off this dirt road and surrounded by burnt-out farms and old fields and tall walls of pine trees....