This alternative acoustic walking blues, set against simmering drums, harmonies that sizzle, and the footsteps of eventuality that send chills to the spine,
Lyrics tell a cautionary, honest, tale. It's about the path we are on people, raw and inescapably real.
This track is featured on Colette's newest album "I Think I Am" available direct from the artist. Please connect via email or phone to receive a copy.
Lyrics
Times of glory always fall,
so much to grind between us all.
Feel that grindstone as it turns.
Every stone was a lesson learned.
Ground to dust, into the cracks.
The world goes 'round on everyone and nothing every lasts. We only share a moment on this land of sacred trust, until it all gets ground to dust.
There is a name under all
by which we pay Peter from Paul.
What's your name? Say it now,
for on a stone someday it shall be found.
Ground to dust, into the cracks.
The world goes 'round on everyone and nothing ever lasts.
We only share a moment on this land of sacred trust; until it all gets ground to dust.
See the glory as it falls,
this fragile place we
share between us all.
When each headstone is in it's place, where will be the human race?
What's that mark we thought to make? Nothing left for us to take, it's ground to dust, into the cracks.
The world goes 'round on everyone and nothing ever lasts.
We only have one moment, on this land of sacred trust, until it all- until it all, 'til it all gets ground to dust. Ground to dust.