19 February 2012

Dust, Flesh, and Bones




I've posted Matt Elliott's music before; this is from his newest album, "The Broken Man." A bit melancholy (okay, more than a bit), but beautiful. Most of the time, when I come across a singer-songwriter using a loop pedal, he or she doesn't have the kind of deep baritone that Mr. Elliott is making use of here... it works wonderfully. The entire album is worth checking out, if you're into this kind of thing.

Some things are so dark that woe betide the light that shines on them
I swear to god I thought it was a sign
This shallow grave recedes with every darkened patch of sky
The withered, wearied features start resembling mine
And in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you
It's hard to know which of the voices that you hear
Are your own

Some things scar your heart so deeply that a howl is not enough
To adequately purge the soul of pain
Still you yearn for contact but the burden that you shoulder means
you'll never trust a living soul again
And in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you
It's hard to know which of the voices that you hear
Are your own

This is how it feels to be alone, just like we'll die alone

This is how it feels to be alone
This is how it feels to be alone
This is all that we can call our own
Dust flesh and bone
This is how it feels to be alone
Just like we'll die alone

Yes, perhaps it is somewhat ironic that by the ending of the song he has a full choir singing "this is how it feels to be alone," but, given that every one of those voices is his, and the only accompaniment is his guitar (which comes across nicely in this video), I suppose it's forgivable.

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