The Last Ride

Just a simple song about a horsey ride. Little me and my Alvarez, recorded on a single cheap MXL mic., no effects.

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Misty on my face is the love of gods calling me
Ice upon my skin made more painful by this solitude
Ride upon my broken steed through this storm of whispering
Desperate thoughts I’m pondering, life I’m rushing you
Ride, ride, where might I be heading
Storm, storm, when might you be through
Mare, mare, where might you be taking me
Life, life, how I’m rushing you
Darkness in my eyes is my loneliness through shadow
Chills inside my heart are the touch of death teasing me
The beating of her hooves brings confusion to my desperation
Silence, peace I’m waiting for, life I’m rushing you
Ride, ride, where might I be heading
Storm, storm, when might you be through
Mare, mare, where might you be taking me
Life, life, how I’m rushing you
Rushing to my destiny my grip on life is weaking
Blood upon my weathered hands, the reigns are pulling free
The feelings gone, the world is numb, my point of view is changing
Pain flashes in my mind as silence rushes in on me
Love, love, why did you abandon me
Pain, pain, why were you so strong
Mare, mare, to where have you guided me
Life, life, where have you gone