The Land (2011)

Title:  The Land

Album:  This song was cut from the Aussie Kiss mixtape

Release Date:  14/08/2011

Single Cover/Album Cover:

Notes:  This song was first written over a year ago and was inspired by a number of suicidal incidents that occurred in the Ingham area around the time.  I first wrote the music track to this song, it had a very melancholy feel and the lyrics came naturally.

Production Techniques:  I have made adjustments to the vocal recording technique and have captured a different sound by altering the compression levels of the track.  There is more use of cymbal sweeps to build and make connections between different parts of the song.  The chorus is using a single vocal track with a small amount of delay rather than using 2x tracks panned wide for a more intimate chorus.

Lyrics:

Tried to live the simple life
A big family and a wife
Sweat is falling off his brow
As he’s working on the plough
The sun is burning on his skin
The whiskers blowing on his chin
As he looks up through the dust
You see his resolve wearing thin
The sun decides to touch the ground
Looks like time to turn around
Riding on the tractor back
His wheels dig in the beaten track
On the breeze he hears the sound
Of memories he thought he drowned
His children play and wife calling
In his mind he’s run aground

The man, of the land
Grains of sand, sift through his hands
Seasons come and seasons go
With the wind, it’ll blow

On the hill he sits alone
Looking to the great unknown
What has happened to the way
We used to live? It’s gone astray
The fighting and the hurting now
The breaking of our sacred vow
Hasn’t been good since she left
He’d take it back but don’t know how
At night his head is filled with screams
Of things he said but did not mean
He never saw the consequence
Of his discretions ‘till she left
Flash backs going through his head
He’s all alone in their big bed
The house just seems so empty now
His tortured soul shrieks ‘till its death

The man, of the land
Grains of sand, sift through his hands
Seasons come and seasons go
With the wind, it’ll blow

His chin and shirt are soaked with rum
Look at what his life’s become
He’s lost his way, he’s off the track
There’s no way to get his life back
Goes to his shed to get the gun
He’s counting back from ten to one
Pulls the trigger, hears the click
And then he floats off to the sun

The man, of the land
Grains of sand, sift through his hands
Now to face another low
What he reaped, he did sow

He’s the man
The man, the man, the man
The man, the man, the man
The man, the man, the man
The man, the man, the man
The man, the man, the man
The man, the man, the man
The man, the man, the man