This one turned out slow and dark. I had a fleshed-out Portishead trip-hop version but I could never get happy with the mix. I like this stripped down version better anyway... It's a murder ballad about a jealous ex-boyfriend killing a gal's new guy.
lyrics
Take me down to the shore
Where I lay to rest
Take me down to that place
Where there's blood on my chest
And the spanish moss whispers in the wind
Sweet black river sang wicked, in the end
I met her on the street
Down in Charleston town
Under the sun she looked so sweet
And I was upside down
She stole my heart, so how could I contend
Sweet black river sang wicked, in the end
Now how was I to know
That he was a jealous soul
A shotgun blast was sprayed in my chest
And as I die, I can comprehend
Sweet black river sang wicked, in the end
And the spanish moss whispers in the wind
Sweet black river sang wicked, in the end
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