Green Vine (Original)

Here's a listen to a song I've been working on. It's called "Green Vine." Lyrics inside. I was trying to figure out what style to record this in (I wrote parts for it in styles all the way from folk to funk to heavy metal) and then heard the new Bob Dylan album and thought, that's it. Simple and straightforward. All the parts are me (which explains the vocals and the drums…). It was recorded on a Fostex MR-8 digital multitracker. The voice at the start is David, who hung out with me for a lot of the recording and knows the words by heart now.Green Vine

By ERNESTO BURDEN

There’s a green vine growing from the hole in the wall
Where your picture used to hang
Ghosts shuffle though these empty rooms
Dust memories and pain
And outside in the garden
Where the roses all run wild
The bramble grows up over the stone,
’Neath which the bones of love lay piled

And I stand my ground
I stand my ground
Don’t offer an inch, don’t utter a sound
I’m just standing, my ground…

There’s a ship that lies in the jungle deep
A hundred miles from shore
And the gaping jaws of the sailors’ skulls
Won’t tell that tale no more
But if you stand too long upon the deck
Then the vines will secure your feet
To this misplaced vessel in a twice told tale
And an empty captain’s seat

And I stand my ground
I stand my ground
Don’t offer an inch, don’t utter a sound
I’m just standing, my ground…

On the ancient plain lie the ruins of
The temple you tore down
And incense hangs like memory
But the gods are all long gone
I brought my offer here
Where no one could see me kneel
But your sacred broken midnight’s more
Than I’ve courage left to feel.

And I stand my ground
I stand my ground
Don’t offer an inch, don’t utter a sound
I’m just standing, my ground…