Starfish Songwriters
The Sandbox => MP3 songs for Review/Critique => Topic started by: Couchgrouch on June 02, 2026, 07:08:08 pm
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Oh, sure. 😀
I might give that a shot...
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I just cut and pasted from your soundclick page, I hope that was alright.
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thanks you very much! I'm glad you liked it.
I mostly have to copy and paste my lyrics from Taxi, which often looks bad. that's why I don't post em here and at the Muse. :)
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Ah Robert....what a write
And play it loud....one of my favourite all time albums (yes vinyl) was Ziggy Stardust &... Bowie
That too was meant to played at maximum volume
Back to this
great story, music and that "clap" pattern...love it......and your signature whippoorwill
ooooohhhh back to the best lies....
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Here are the lyrics, in case anyone missed them on the link.
There was an old skull on a stake,
high upon the plantation gate
as a warning to any who'd run
but wind whisp'ring through its eyes,
told every slave to rise
and run for the sake of their sons
hushed words hovered in negro shacks,
'bout a train on a freedom track
that took runaways past Baltimore
and Seth sawed on his fiddle at night,
he knew if those rumors were right
the signal he was looking for
was a lantern on Willow Hill
hung low on a steady limb
a flame burning for the free
when moons were down and light was dim
Massah sweated on his sickbed,
with Missus wringing rags on his head
and having poultry mashed for his meals
but his son beat negroes like steeds,
till they spit teeth like melon seeds
and old women fell cold in high noon fields
and Seth imagined how long ago,
his mother rocked his cradle slow
now the hands of time rocked her grave
he fiddled for her after dark,
he knew in the pit of his heart
if there was light left for a slave
it was the lantern on Willow Hill
hung low on a steady limb
a flame burning for the free
when moons were down and light was dim
freemen snuck in early from the north,
they bore the risks back and forth
when the train was near they flashed the light
Seth grabbed the fiddle by his cot,
he left the rest of his past to rot
when he hopped that gate in the night
Massah's son roused a dozen hounds,
that could sniff track a shadow down
they chased Seth through swamps and riverbeds
but Seth made it safe to that hill,
three screech owls and a whipporwill
watched Massah's son take one to the head
near the lantern on Willow Hill
hung low on a steady limb
a flame burning for the free
when moons were down and light was dim
three freemen led Seth to that track,
the only way he looked back
was with his mother in his eyes
night was still...they were safe for now,
but they each knew devils somehow
always return in a diff'rent guise
steam soon mixed with silver fog,
and the low moans of mourning dogs
mixed with fiddling on the train
well Massah's son was never found,
but shadows took the oil lamp down
and candles in a three-eyed skull became
the lantern on Willow Hill
hung low on a steady limb
a flame burning for the free
when moons were down and light was dim
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Wow.... so well written!!!! And that spooky melody sounds like the soundtrack to a movie. I sure hope you submit your stuff for sync in movies, whewwww................
I'm so glad you are here!!
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https://www.soundclick.com/couchgrouch
This song should be played LOUD. :)