The Field
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โฑ๏ธ 3:59 duration
๐ ID: 23978997
๐ Lyrics
Carried off by boredom from the deer blind
Followed older brothers footsteps
Through the thick brush in behind him slow
Approaching where the forest broke
Saw him standing at the tree line
Hunter orange distorted in the boughs of pines between us in the woods
Where I stood now in my hand-me-downs in the cold
The same ones my uncle wore in that framed page from the press
Both of them up north above dad's desk
A couple years after their father's death and his brother left
Stood and watched him scan the open field with his rifle scope
About a mile deep twice as wide at least
To where we could see military netting draped across the canopy of trees
Tried to keep up where he walked on
There appeared to be some compound on the far side of the clear-cut
We knew the rumors of militia grounds in the north heard on our radios
Locals poaching does talk in voices down by the bait piles on the ridge
And father waited patient eyeing deer sign from his blind by the lake and I
On the other side of it, kept on walking through the field
To find my brother standing posed
With his gaze locked in the ground down in a pit
Scattered with carcasses skin on their bones
Dried skulls sawed for the antlers of the dead
Like some portal to nowhere now for forever
And no time I watched trancelike with the vultures overhead
Heard his boots in the grass again, the fading of footsteps away
Knew he was walking off to the compound up ahead
And I knew I had to break from the trance
Follow fast in that direction or I'd never find a way to close the gap
That if I stared down in the corpses there transfixed
He would go that way forever
And I would stay here staring downward and I did
Followed older brothers footsteps
Through the thick brush in behind him slow
Approaching where the forest broke
Saw him standing at the tree line
Hunter orange distorted in the boughs of pines between us in the woods
Where I stood now in my hand-me-downs in the cold
The same ones my uncle wore in that framed page from the press
Both of them up north above dad's desk
A couple years after their father's death and his brother left
Stood and watched him scan the open field with his rifle scope
About a mile deep twice as wide at least
To where we could see military netting draped across the canopy of trees
Tried to keep up where he walked on
There appeared to be some compound on the far side of the clear-cut
We knew the rumors of militia grounds in the north heard on our radios
Locals poaching does talk in voices down by the bait piles on the ridge
And father waited patient eyeing deer sign from his blind by the lake and I
On the other side of it, kept on walking through the field
To find my brother standing posed
With his gaze locked in the ground down in a pit
Scattered with carcasses skin on their bones
Dried skulls sawed for the antlers of the dead
Like some portal to nowhere now for forever
And no time I watched trancelike with the vultures overhead
Heard his boots in the grass again, the fading of footsteps away
Knew he was walking off to the compound up ahead
And I knew I had to break from the trance
Follow fast in that direction or I'd never find a way to close the gap
That if I stared down in the corpses there transfixed
He would go that way forever
And I would stay here staring downward and I did
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:36.64] Carried off by boredom from the deer blind
[00:39.39] Followed older brothers footsteps
[00:41.31] Through the thick brush in behind him slow
[00:44.58] Approaching where the forest broke
[00:46.38] Saw him standing at the tree line
[00:48.25] Hunter orange distorted in the boughs of pines between us in the woods
[00:54.55] Where I stood now in my hand-me-downs in the cold
[00:58.49] The same ones my uncle wore in that framed page from the press
[01:02.94] Both of them up north above dad's desk
[01:06.12] A couple years after their father's death and his brother left
[01:13.40] Stood and watched him scan the open field with his rifle scope
[01:19.26] About a mile deep twice as wide at least
[01:23.52] To where we could see military netting draped across the canopy of trees
[01:29.42] Tried to keep up where he walked on
[01:32.85] There appeared to be some compound on the far side of the clear-cut
[01:37.49] We knew the rumors of militia grounds in the north heard on our radios
[01:41.54] Locals poaching does talk in voices down by the bait piles on the ridge
[01:48.59] And father waited patient eyeing deer sign from his blind by the lake and I
[01:54.35] On the other side of it, kept on walking through the field
[01:59.15] To find my brother standing posed
[02:01.50] With his gaze locked in the ground down in a pit
[02:05.49] Scattered with carcasses skin on their bones
[02:09.15] Dried skulls sawed for the antlers of the dead
[02:13.54] Like some portal to nowhere now for forever
[02:16.71] And no time I watched trancelike with the vultures overhead
[02:21.94] Heard his boots in the grass again, the fading of footsteps away
[02:26.87] Knew he was walking off to the compound up ahead
[02:30.75] And I knew I had to break from the trance
[02:33.05] Follow fast in that direction or I'd never find a way to close the gap
[02:39.11] That if I stared down in the corpses there transfixed
[02:42.56] He would go that way forever
[02:44.61] And I would stay here staring downward and I did
[02:49.09]
[00:39.39] Followed older brothers footsteps
[00:41.31] Through the thick brush in behind him slow
[00:44.58] Approaching where the forest broke
[00:46.38] Saw him standing at the tree line
[00:48.25] Hunter orange distorted in the boughs of pines between us in the woods
[00:54.55] Where I stood now in my hand-me-downs in the cold
[00:58.49] The same ones my uncle wore in that framed page from the press
[01:02.94] Both of them up north above dad's desk
[01:06.12] A couple years after their father's death and his brother left
[01:13.40] Stood and watched him scan the open field with his rifle scope
[01:19.26] About a mile deep twice as wide at least
[01:23.52] To where we could see military netting draped across the canopy of trees
[01:29.42] Tried to keep up where he walked on
[01:32.85] There appeared to be some compound on the far side of the clear-cut
[01:37.49] We knew the rumors of militia grounds in the north heard on our radios
[01:41.54] Locals poaching does talk in voices down by the bait piles on the ridge
[01:48.59] And father waited patient eyeing deer sign from his blind by the lake and I
[01:54.35] On the other side of it, kept on walking through the field
[01:59.15] To find my brother standing posed
[02:01.50] With his gaze locked in the ground down in a pit
[02:05.49] Scattered with carcasses skin on their bones
[02:09.15] Dried skulls sawed for the antlers of the dead
[02:13.54] Like some portal to nowhere now for forever
[02:16.71] And no time I watched trancelike with the vultures overhead
[02:21.94] Heard his boots in the grass again, the fading of footsteps away
[02:26.87] Knew he was walking off to the compound up ahead
[02:30.75] And I knew I had to break from the trance
[02:33.05] Follow fast in that direction or I'd never find a way to close the gap
[02:39.11] That if I stared down in the corpses there transfixed
[02:42.56] He would go that way forever
[02:44.61] And I would stay here staring downward and I did
[02:49.09]