Travelling Late

by @ttg105

Liner Notes

#goth #postpunk #pagan

The chorus, as explained by Wikipedia: “Elm do grieve, Oak do Hate, Willow do Walk, if Yew travels late” is an old English folk rhyme that warns travelers to be careful when walking near trees at night. The rhyme may also refer to the properties of the trees themselves.
Explanation
Elm: After a bacterial infection, elm trees can weep a dark, sticky liquid that leaves tear stains.
Oak: During dry spells in the summer, oak trees can suddenly drop limbs.
Willow: Willow trees layer their limbs where they touch the ground, making it easier for them to walk than yew trees.
Yew: Yew trees layer their limbs where they touch the ground.
Purpose
The rhyme may have originated from pre-Christian paganism. It may also be a simple recognition of the trees' properties.

The rest of the lyrics are just a round-up of lyrical chunks that I jotted down this month but never used. The "orange sky" is a reference to you-know-who.

Lyrics

"Elm do grieve, Oak do Hate,
Willow do Walk, if Yew travels late"

Planets drop out of tumbling skies and stars smolder and sizzle
and the clouds dissolve in the hands of a frustrated god
who swipes the world away with his right hand
and curses life with the left
so stick with the old and out with the new
tongue-tied trio back with two
birds, silvery words and a slippery raccoon
the redbird and the dead words

Skullbone riders and rapidly rising rivers of woe
and the sky flies open and the sun runs away and
the gathering of the gloaming and the roaming
and the crumbling plains and unraveling skies
and the stars shooting far out of the heavens

The eleven horsemen - the Norsemen - sitting in Valhalla
singing Viking ballads and building salad cabins in the
forest and the rabbit that dug a hole at the edge of a glowing world
of flowering herds of stars that harvest the maelstrom the whirlpool
the school of wishes in silk shores and the middling moors
of meddlesome slumber under an orange sky

Comments

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I like the drone sound that make it sound like a chant from some himalayan monastery. Makes sense with the lyrics sounding like a vision or a halucunation occuring during a trance.
My favorit amongst these visions is the eleven Vikings building salad cabins.
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winner of fawms most astounding vocabulary of speculative imagery, a multiverse of surrealist worlds connected by four trees on planet earth. i have never heard of these tree attributes before, as i am hung up on the tree alphabet that makes up the calendar of the white goddess. and so i am always happy to learn something new on subjects of interest. i came away from this song with a feeling about why poets love alliteration and why critics of poetry hate it. and finaly, the music here is way different from your bass-driven. this one could almost get you onto the edm vip list.
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@sbs
At first I thought we had some bagpipe thing going on. I’ve been watching too many shows set in Scotland - lol! I agree with @freshspotlessyouth - who cares what it means - it sounds cool. “Writing about music is like dancing about architecture.”
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Oooh...great atmosphere right out of the gate, and then drums kick some ass. I really like that old rhyme you found. I don't even care what it means, it just sounds cool. I really like this. I like how the drums and vocals provide momentum while the atmospheric sort of drones on
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