In short, this is one of my oldest solo songs that I still play. It is also one of my favorites. For whatever reason, I have played this song a lot live but I have never released it anywhere. Maybe I always thought it deserved a fancy studio, a drum set, multiple guitar tracks run through vintage amps. Scratch that, I KNOW I thought and still kind of think this song deserves that. But I’m traveling right now. And my plane might crash and then none of you would have heard this song, which would break my heart. So a live recording that Ben Britz made on his iPhone of Gary Leyder and I playing this song in his bedroom August 2009 is what you’re getting. It’s rough. There’s talking etc. before and after, but hopefully the spirit of the song will come through and you’ll hear it this way openly, the first way of many ways you’ll hopefully hear this song.
THE END OF YOU
Over the hills of the countryside I ran
Not from the dusk but from the
Lowering skies, I am not scared of this.
You waited for me to tell you
That I was doing fine but somewhere
In my escaping, I lost track of time
Maybe I will camp out here in the woods, I will
Embarrass my family, I’m
The cliche child so misunderstood, I’ll be
Hearing every sound a song and seeing
Every word a poem and
You were right along when you
Said I would never come home, well it’s just the
Antithetical stilling peace
Yielding only at the banks of release, it was the
Cabernet that made me this way
And I know you love to say that’s
Nothing but an excuse so just you wait
Till your veins are begging for it, too this
Engagement is off I had a
Long talk with
Love and we have
Mutually decided this- will be better for
Your wife, unaware of your mistress
Don’t dare follow me through the trees today
Instead, go to your bed and lay
Safely with someone who will guard your heart rather
Than chase a stranger who will only rip it apart
If you
Need an apology, just ask yourself what for? Cause you
Can always cleanse yourself in the morning from
The night before and
If you need to spread your love around just
Ornament your obsessions with the
Nice girls
At the pub downtown and if you
Never want to see my face again
Don’t be so quick to think your resentment is unique there were
Many before
You that have run shouting from these trees
Pull yourself together, dear, before this
Upwelling fury catches wind of your fear it’s getting
Really, really hot in here. I can see the
Pulsation of your heart through your chest In the mirror
Oh, my hands are decaying you, I can
See your bones when I touch you…it will be the
End of you if I ever love you
