Randal Collier-Ford (Oregon, USA) has only been in the genre of Dark Ambien… Read Full Bio ↴Randal Collier-Ford (Oregon, USA) has only been in the genre of Dark Ambient music since mid 2012, but has already stacked an extensive library of work ranging from Traditional Drone, to Gothic Dark Ambient, Harsh Noise Walls, and Cinematic Dark Ambient. All of these genres have had their own names, each with it’s own pulse, but here is where the source lays. Where the chaos of the byproduct silently rumbles forth whispers of another realm; a reflection that is not spoken of, only seen and heard. The album Dark Corners was the first installment to this, the encompassing vision of this plain, promptly titled what it is to project. With each new installment comes another story, another glimpse, another whisper of the Void. Where a soul travels freely into treacherous lands, where the ground is more likely to swallow you before your mind could swallow itself. And now, with the release of The Architects, comes the first true roar of this reality, the echo of agelessness. Where the un-tethered souls of vengeful Gods, Creators and Destroyers, run unopposed in their slumber and in their wait, sending dreams to the Beings of their choice. Here is where Chaos is translated.

IV
Randal Collier-Ford Lyrics

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Been raining for three days, on the fast track to the highway
Trying to save a little time, Lord I never should have tried
Taking this back road shortcut, now I'm way stuck so sunk
I'll never catch her now, so I just put the tailgate down
She's probably somewhere doing 95, I got nothing but this cooler and time

I cracked one waiting on a ride, two or three just to pass the time
While she's headed to a new town and I'm too lost to be found

She probably thinks that I don't care, stuck in the rut in the middle of nowhere
And just my luck I'll be here all night long, man I'm bummed out back road buzzed
And she's 4 lane gone, yeah she's four lane gone

Every empty beer can makes me
Miss her like hell, man I can kick myself
For the place and the shape I'm in holding me back
Yeah my wheels keep on spinning and she's ticked off black top fast

I cracked one waiting on a ride, two or three just to pass the time
While she's headed to a new town and I'm too lost to be found
She probably thinks that I don't care, stuck in the rut in the middle of nowhere
And just my luck I'll be here all night long, man I'm bummed out back road buzzed
And she's 4 lane gone
While I'm stuck here all alone
With a midnight Natty Light, one more chance I've blown

I cracked one waiting on a ride, two or three just to pass the time
While she's headed to a new town and I'm too lost to be found
She probably thinks that I don't care, stuck in the rut in the middle of nowhere
And just my luck I'll be here all night long, man I'm bummed out back road buzzed
And she's 4 lane gone
Yeah she's four lane gone, I'm out here all alone

Yeah she's four lane gone, she's four lane, four lane gone
Yeah she's four lane gone, She's four lane gone

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Randal Collier-Ford's song "IV" depict a story of regret and longing for a lost love. The singer finds himself on a fast track to the highway, trying to save time. In his attempt to take a back road shortcut, he becomes stuck and realizes he will never catch up to his lover. As he waits for a ride, he starts drinking to pass the time, realizing that she is moving on to a new town while he feels lost and stuck in the middle of nowhere. He laments that she probably believes he doesn't care and he's stuck in a rut. The song conveys the feeling of being left behind and the agony of missed opportunities.

Line by Line Meaning

Been raining for three days, on the fast track to the highway
It has been raining continuously for three days, and I am on a fast path towards the highway.

Trying to save a little time, Lord I never should have tried
In an attempt to save some time, I realize now that I should have never attempted this.

Taking this back road shortcut, now I'm way stuck so sunk
Opting for a shortcut using a back road, I find myself stuck and emotionally drained.

I'll never catch her now, so I just put the tailgate down
It is clear that I won't be able to catch up to her, so I resign myself and lower the tailgate of my vehicle.

She's probably somewhere doing 95, I got nothing but this cooler and time
She is likely speeding away at 95 mph, while all I have is this cooler and plenty of time to dwell on it.

Every empty beer can makes me
Each empty beer can reminds me

Miss her like hell, man I can kick myself
I miss her intensely, and I deeply regret my actions.

For the place and the shape I'm in holding me back
Being stuck in this situation and the emotional state that I am in is hindering my progress.

Yeah my wheels keep on spinning and she's ticked off black top fast
While I am immobile, my wheels metaphorically keep spinning, and she is rapidly moving away on the black top road.

While I'm stuck here all alone
I am stranded here by myself.

With a midnight Natty Light, one more chance I've blown
I have only a late-night Natty Light beer, and I know I have wasted another opportunity.

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JOSH THOMPSON, KYLE ALLAN FISHMAN, HUNTER PHELPS

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