In The Morning
Buckshot Lyrics


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Haunted Mound
Ah
Buck Buck
Ha-Ha-Ha-Hauntaholics, Real Haunted Mound

I'm still gone early in the morning
Buck eternal, do not ever mourn me
Lay em' down, put the dog back to bed
Euthanized, let the dog get some rest
I'm still gone early in the morning
Buck eternal, do not ever mourn me
Hit the hay, burn the barn, go and call it a day
Garden hose, exhaust pipe, duct-taped to your face

Safe and sound, wait it out, burn the evidence
I'm laying low and staying down until it passes
Broken hanging gate, swingin' off the latches
Burning barn, the grass is black in patches
Dark hours of the evening closing in
Wildfires burning over way back where I should've been
I strike a match and then ignite it when my day begins
I stare into thousand yards, I'm getting sick again

I'm still gone early in the morning
Buck eternal, do not ever mourn me
Lay em' down, put the dog back to bed
Euthanized, let the dog get some rest
I'm still gone early in the morning
Buck eternal, do not ever mourn me
Hit the hay, burn the barn, go and call it a day
Garden hose, exhaust pipe, duct-taped to your face

On the front porch, watching the world end
To the soul, written off, mark my covenant
From the pastures, I hear the livestock
Don't go in the lake, you can drown there
Rites of passage, trail walkin' through the county
Strayin' off the beaten track, they'll never find your body
Found footage underground, undisclosed location
Face down, floating like a needle in a basin

I'm still gone early in the morning
Buck eternal, do not ever mourn me
Lay em' down, put the dog back to bed
Euthanized, let the dog get some rest
I'm still gone early in the morning
Buck eternal, do not ever mourn me
Hit the hay, burn the barn, go and call it a day
Garden hose, exhaust pipe, duct-taped to your face

Morning
Mourn me




Ah
Haunted Mound

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Buckshot's song "In The Morning" paint a dark and haunting picture. The opening lines set the tone, referring to "Haunted Mound" and addressing "Hauntaholics" and "Real Haunted Mound." The lyrics convey a sense of unrelenting darkness and a desire to escape or hide from something.


The singer expresses a feeling of being constantly gone and detached, even in the early hours of the morning. They ask not to be mourned, suggesting a detachment from the earthly realm. The imagery of laying a dog to rest and euthanizing it suggests a need for peace and rest, perhaps mirroring the desire for their own rest or escape from the haunting situations in their life.


The verses continue to explore themes of hiding and escape. The lyrics mention burning evidence, staying low and laying low until the darkness passes, and a burning barn with blackened patches of grass. There is a sense of danger and impending doom, with wildfires burning where the singer should have been and darkness closing in. The reference to staring into a thousand yards and getting sick again portrays a deep emotional and psychological struggle.


The second verse adds to the haunting atmosphere, with references to watching the world end on a front porch and a warning about drowning in a lake. The lyrics mention trail walking, stray off the beaten track, and found footage underground, creating a sense of being lost and forgotten. The image of floating face-down like a needle in a basin evokes a disturbing and eerie feeling.


Overall, the lyrics of "In The Morning" deliver a haunting and introspective narrative, with themes of escape, darkness, and the desire for rest in the face of looming danger or emotional turmoil.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm still gone early in the morning
I am still absent and unreachable at the start of each day


Buck eternal, do not ever mourn me
I will remain strong and undying, please do not grieve for me


Lay em' down, put the dog back to bed
Put things to rest, bring tranquility to chaos


Euthanized, let the dog get some rest
Allow the troubled situation to find peace and calm


Hit the hay, burn the barn, go and call it a day
Retire to bed, destroy the troubles and move on


Garden hose, exhaust pipe, duct-taped to your face
Invents unconventional, dangerous ways to suppress emotions


Safe and sound, wait it out, burn the evidence
Stay in a secure place, be patient, destroy all proof


I'm laying low and staying down until it passes
I am keeping a low profile and staying hidden until the situation improves


Broken hanging gate, swingin' off the latches
A damaged entrance swinging open, a symbol of vulnerability


Burning barn, the grass is black in patches
A barn on fire, leaving burned areas in the surrounding grass


Dark hours of the evening closing in
Nightfall approaching, bringing with it a sense of darkness and gloom


Wildfires burning over way back where I should've been
Metaphorical fires destructive to where I was supposed to be


I strike a match and then ignite it when my day begins
I start a metaphorical fire to fuel my daily actions


I stare into thousand yards, I'm getting sick again
I deeply contemplate and become mentally overwhelmed


On the front porch, watching the world end
Observing the endless chaos and turmoil of the world


To the soul, written off, mark my covenant
To the core, dismissed and unacknowledged, my promise is made


From the pastures, I hear the livestock
I sense the animals in the open fields, reminding me of life's simplicity


Don't go in the lake, you can drown there
Avoid exploring the depths of your troubles, for they may consume you


Rites of passage, trail walkin' through the county
Navigating through life's challenges, finding your own path


Strayin' off the beaten track, they'll never find your body
Venturing into unknown territory, leaving no trace of your presence


Found footage underground, undisclosed location
Unearthed video recordings hidden in a secret place


Face down, floating like a needle in a basin
Helpless and submerged, drifting aimlessly like a needle in a container


Morning
A new day begins


Mourn me
Grieve for my absence


Haunted Mound
A place filled with lingering spirits and unresolved emotions




Writer(s): Edward Harvel Mayhan

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

JLaw224

I’m still gone early in the morning
Buck eternal, do not ever mourn me
Lay em down, put the dog back to bed
Euthanised, let the dog get some rest
I’m still gone early in the morning
Buck eternal, do not ever mourn me
Hit the hay, burn the barn go and call it a day
Garden hose Exhaust pipe duct Taped to your face

safe & sound, wait it out, Burn the evidence
I’m laying low& staying down until it passes
Broken hanging gate Swinging off the latches
Burning Barn the Grass is black in patches

Dark hours of the evening closing in
Wild fires burning over way back where I should’ve been
I strike a match and then ignite it when my day begins
I stare into thousand yards I’m getting sick again

On the front porch watching the world end
To the soul written off mark my covenant
From the pastures I hear the livestock
Don’t go in the lake you can drown there
Rites of passage
Trail walking through the county
Straying off the beaten track they’ll never find your body
Found footage underground Undisclosed location
Face down floating Like a needle in a basin



All comments from YouTube:

Zachary Martinez

This is genuinely a very touching song I love it sm

skrrrpt

burning barn is such a chill album, almost half of it goes to my chillout playlist

para

has such a good sound to it

nick ひ

so excited for the future of haunted mound 😭🙏🙏 this is genuinely future musical history

luh fukit

i thought i'd never hear an emotional haunted mound song again 😥 this shit makes me so happy you don't even get it

Ale X

Listen to Toothtaker

holder

the prod on this is so fuckin good

Alessandro Mejia

@PB&JESUS 😍😍😍

PB&JESUS

S/O sematary

servinggmagic

we will all be here before they become stars in the next few years
I ❤️ HAUNTED MOUND

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