LYRICS
Catastrophe in the canopy
Nearly every tree falling down on me
A calliope tragedy
Everyday matter-of-fact lumber jack
Heed the crack, fear the whack, panic attack
The only think I lack… sharpened axe
Now to figure how to forge my plow
Into a share that all can share
Become aware
Of the sound of that falling tree
Though the forest is more dense than most
It still can boast to be the host
Of every falling tree
Understanding last man standing
Ultimately if that is me
Then, who will hear my falling tree?
Catastrophe in the canopy
Nearly every tree falling down on me
A calliope tragedy
Round and round our solar sound
Merry-go-round bound for found
Will I be the last tree
(Standing, standing, understanding standing)
ABOUT THE SONG
A song about Foliage Spoilage & the Trees’ Canopy Collapse.
Written and recorded at Lake Wynonah, Pennsylvania
Style: Folk Rock
Chords: A C G D
Recording: digital 8-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar, Piano