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Welcome to the deep south, July 11, 1886. We are in a hot and sweltering courtroom in a small American town called Saevon. The rickety wooden ceiling fans seem to unhinge with every violent rotation. Women fan themselves as men pull their dusty hats off, wiping their brows. Everyone shifts uncomfortably on the old courtroom benches. Suddenly the judge walks in from the back room as the courtroom rises.
Ladies and gentleman of the jury, the court is now in session.
The Gloomcatcher are:
Jessy Ribordy- guitar/vocals/keys
Josh Shroy- drums
Jordan Wood- percussion
Laura Kucera- violin
Stacie North- vocals
Sharaya Mikael- vocals
Jeremy Miller- bass
http://www.myspace.com/thegloomcatcher
Baptized
The Gloomcatcher Lyrics
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Buried by the hanging tree i never said flee from here
You never spooked me son
It's rising up to cast out my folded hands
Swinging low to the sweet and shunned
Where the broken bones come down easy
Glory held out, till it's rising up from our lips
Draws the trembling fits
Wake up honey it's long road that'll guide you down
To take the pills it's a short fix
That'll bring a coward strapped and stunned to an electric chair
Lighting up his blood as his woman stripped bare
On the swinging low of his brother's stairs
Where she lost her faith in dying
Oh i knew those saints were the first to scorn
Charging out of town, she's a fleeing whore
Galloping those fields like a dropping sun
Near the tree she fell where my gravestone was
The song "Baptized" by The Gloomcatcher is a poetic and haunting piece that deals with themes of death and rebirth, as well as the destructive power of addiction. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a desolate landscape, with references to hanging trees and broken bones. The singer speaks of being left in a waving field to be buried under a hanging tree, and reflects on the fact that no one has ever frightened or spooked him - perhaps suggesting a sense of acceptance or resignation to his fate. The rising up of some unnamed force is described as casting out his folded hands and sweeping him up to a place where broken bones come down easy.
The chorus of the song speaks of glory rising up from our lips, purging and devouring us in the process. This could be interpreted as a reference to religious or spiritual purification, or as a metaphor for the transformative power of suffering. The second verse describes the destructive power of addiction, with references to pills and an electric chair. A woman is described as being stripped bare on the swinging low of her brother's stairs, with the implication that she has lost her faith in dying.
Line by Line Meaning
Take me up to the waving fields and leave me there
I want you to take me to the fields and abandon me there
Buried by the hanging tree i never said flee from here
I don't mind being buried under the tree, don't run away from here
You never spooked me son
You never scared me, my child
It's rising up to cast out my folded hands
I feel the rising power within me pushing my hands apart
Swinging low to the sweet and shunned
The powerful force is coming down gently upon the sweet and rejected people
Where the broken bones come down easy
This is the place where it's easy to die
Glory held out, till it's rising up from our lips
We were holding out for glory till the power rises from our lips
Purged and devoured
The power purges and devours
Draws the trembling fits
It pulls out the fear in us
Wake up honey it's long road that'll guide you down
Wake up dear, the long road will lead you down
To take the pills it's a short fix
Taking the pills will only provide a temporary solution
That'll bring a coward strapped and stunned to an electric chair
However, it will lead a coward to suffer death by electric chair
Lighting up his blood as his woman stripped bare
As his woman stands naked, his blood will be illuminated from the electric shock
On the swinging low of his brother's stairs
This will take place on his brother's property
Where she lost her faith in dying
She lost her faith in the after life
Oh i knew those saints were the first to scorn
I knew that the saints were the first to criticize
Charging out of town, she's a fleeing whore
She is fleeing town like a whore
Galloping those fields like a dropping sun
She is riding through the fields like the sinking sun
Near the tree she fell where my gravestone was
She fell near the tree where my gravestone lies
Contributed by Nathan L. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
digitalwhiplash7
just when i think the music world has gone to shit... im in love with this. makes me feel good.... makes me think.
The Gabriel Partridge Show
my favorite song
Succession Of Lights
one of the few original christian bands
Ford Flynn
@simeon58 good job captain obvious
John Quinlan
@emersons408dead Nope, just jessy and josh.
Kilika765
I love Falling Up but not a fan of this kind of sound, lyrically this is good tho. Just not my type of music.