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<\/a><\/p>\nLeading up to the release of our new EP “The Southern” next week I’m going to post the lyrics to each song on the album with an explanation and a little background how each song originated. You guys always ask at shows where some of the songs come from, so hopefully this is something you’ll enjoy. The first song is “Cold Black Water” the third track on “The Southern”. CT<\/p>\n
COLD BLACK WATER
\nI wrote this song specifically about Jeff Buckley. During the time that my music persona really formed, Buckley was a huge influence on me. Everyone now debates on Jeff\u2019s greatness, but to me it\u2019s not as simple as one or two songs, or his voice, or his arrangements. Jeff Buckley\u2019s greatness was the intangible thing that makes all artists great. It\u2019s the thing that can\u2019t be explained, but can be felt when you hear or see their work, or soak up when you are around them. Tim Buckley, Jeff\u2019s father died around the same age as Jeff which is very ironic. And then the way Jeff died, in the Mississippi river, clothes on, in a moment of freedom when he decided to wade in to the water that night, that longing to push it, risk it, live it, like I\u2019ve waded into trouble so many times in my life but somehow by the grace of God emerged. Of course Jeff didn\u2019t. And we\u2019ll never know what he might have become. But for those of us that were impacted by his work, he is a Robert Johnson, Jim Morrison type figure. Enigmatic. Mysterious. But in the end human. As soon as I picked through the opening riff to this song in my living room, I saw that water surrounding Jeff, the darkness of the current, the moon above him, as the world around him was touting him as the savior of rock music, what the moment felt like to fade into that murky water. Wrote the song in one long poem in the moments following.<\/p>\n
Here are the lyrics, as well as some explanations in parenthesis.<\/p>\n
Cold Black Water<\/p>\n
Don’t you call my name Peter don’t you dare (Matthew 16:9 )
\nI been treading in the water and a fever running through my head
\nThey say I was the chosen one who’d make it all alright (Jeff\u2019s critical acclaim)
\nBut I’m sinking in the Cold Black Water down here tonight. (drowning)<\/p>\n
I was just trying to find a place I could rest my shoes
\nQuarter mile off of Beale I could still hear them sing them blues (Beale street where Jeff was found in the Mississippi river)
\nBottle of wine singing hallelujah right across my lips (Jeff\u2019s version of \u201cHallelujah\u201d is still daily discussed, and his love for wine was known)
\nCurrent of the ole Mississippi dancing at my hips<\/p>\n
Swing low, low brother won’t you drag that line (metaphor for them dragging the river for Jeff\u2019s body)
\nSwing low low never know just what you’ll find
\nEvery child of God gotta answer when it comes his time (we are all going to die, quicker you wrap your head around that, the better you\u2019ll start to live)<\/p>\n
Don’t you shed no tears for me on that muddy ground
\nDon’t you waste no wine for me when they lay me down
\nDon’t you stray down in that water just to see my face
\nCome up baptized trying just to find some grace (Grace was Jeff\u2019s critically acclaimed masterpiece album)<\/p>\n
Swing low, low brother won’t you drag that line
\nSwing low low never know just what you’ll find
\nEvery child of God gotta answer when it comes his time<\/p>\n
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