Im trying to write a concept album. So far the story takes the main character through a battle in the Civil War in where he sees the death of his brother. He returns home where his wife and child are killed by her father, a judge, who murders to protect the location to a mine of confederate gold. The judge sets fire to the man’s home and the man is framed for the murders of his family. He is sent to jail and trial.
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"and to my father, I father ghosts"
"and to my father, I father ghosts"
“hating the music part so far, but will be damned if I cant get it working.”
— one day it will be pretty on point, one day.
7/9/12 p2
The last one of my hero’s,
died today,
my voice sounds like,
jigsawed, flaring, hunger pains,
I’ll take a deep breath and,
I’ll hold it still,
I strangely feel some comfort from the pressure,
My father left some used feelings, in a box of chromosomes,
while i was growing up,
to think I’m a son, to a mason of stone,
who built this prison, now which i’ve called my home.
My father’s work will father me until my scheduled death,
to father my sin until there’s nothing left,
an altered sin in which i was never actually present,
anger is the most potent form of pain,
poison tipped thorns crowned to innocent men,
gasoline in which my flames suspend,
locks and bars to keep our persons separate,
Audra, sometimes,
i can hear you sing,
outside my cell,
but i haven’t been sleeping.
“angels always cringe,
to use their wings”
flying tears the roots and causes bleeding,
her voice is soft now,
just like it was,
before i left to fight my brothers war,
and god if things are actually planned…
then whats the plan
whats the plan?
and if it’s some joke, that only gods understand
than you got me,
you got me.
-just ideas and notes pretty much
7/9/12
destruction is a symptom of a hacking, coughing war,
and the grass seems much taller on the walk way to my home,
as i walked in,
the pain walked out,
i was knocked out to what would be,
my cradled son would, slip out a name,
to whom he’d never seen,
and it was me.
Audra, now a woman,
that would win my very soul,
and the darkness that had crept in,
now has shot out with the cold,
and goddamn what an action,
the reaction to my son,
“hold him, you can hold him”
and god knows im holding on.
She waited, to name him,
till my returning day would dawn,
to my hero,
my new born hero,
my only hero’s name was John,
so welcome John.
Anonymous asked: I absolutley love your lyrics and concept of the album. Keep it up!
You have no idea how much that means, really. REALLY, I hope that with the music, lyrics, and my voice I can get it to where I can share it with everyone. When it gets finished If anyone wanted a personal copy with hand written lyric sheets and pictures and alot of cool extra kinda stuff, I was going to mail these cds to people, for free you know, I dont want your money, just your ears. Thank you so much
Tanner
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Sometimes it feels like you already left…
what audra’s tellin me
the bottle’s half full, you have youth on your side
and it’s compelling me
and when john gets to talking, she looks over at me,
and tomorrow im leaving
if you can find a better man, audra I’d understand.
I’m sorry, ive got guilt to cut off and turn away
the hardest shoes to fill are your own anyway
so wont you send me off to war so there’s nothing i can break
cause love is such a bruise and it never goes away.
I promise we’ll come back.
”— John talked him into the war… When you’re young you want to do so much and explore, when you marry young it’s a strain too, you know. The time where reality sets in (that you have a family and responsibility) clicked for people alot sooner back then. I see the main character as around 18 or 19. Pretty simple lyrics for the most part on this one.
“John I’m here with you,
My fingers are too big to,
Get this shot from out your side,
Please don’t make a sound,
If you do we’re found out,
I hear boots move on the ground,
No one ever really dies,
We just retire sometimes,
To gorgeous women and endless wine.
Cause I’m so… afraid to.”
— Battle at Bull’s Gap - November 11-13, 1864
lots of writing.
Lots of writing going on, nothing really lyrically in the past few weeks. Hands down the hardest part are the vocals. Really, if you’re naturally gifted at singing please don’t let it go to waste, because a lot of people who aren’t are truly busting their asses just to stay in pitch, but you know, I digress. Going to try and record the first song this friday. If so it will get posted friday night or on the weekend. Cant wait.
