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Charles Bordeaux · The Forest and the Moon

Charles Bordeaux did well for himself on Silence last year with two singles off his Fables EP, The Sandman & Blood Pacts I (The Weeds). The rest of his Fables album is mostly a mix of instrumentals that, although produced just as well, lack the story I like to see with Bordeaux. There is, however, one other story-made track on Fables. ‘The Forst and the Moon’ is as heavy on the synths as usual. Make sure to follow the song with the lyrics below.

The Farmer lays in bed,
Quietly beside his wife.
Dreams dance in her head,
The Farmer’s mind races with thoughts.

The kids, the love, the grange.
Grown, aged, and gone.
A head now full of grey,
once was thick and rich, the color bronze.

He sees the moon is full,
He rises out of bed.
He hops on, his 59′ Bonneville,
Away away he sped.

He rides, he rides, he rides.
He rides into the night.
Like a north start,
or a compass,
He follows the moonlight.

With Crossroads ahead,
The forest to the north,
He parks along the gravel road,
And takes neither fork.

He’s drawn to the woods,
With the moon as his guide.
He stops dead in his tracks,
He can’t believe his eyes.

There stood time,
With all his sand.
The farmer smiled,
looking at his hand.

Time nods.
The Farmer understands.
In his hand,
Is the final grain of sand.

Charles Bordeaux
Formerly: REverb Rock
Name: Charlie Walsh
Location: Buffalo, New York
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