In the early 1990s, I was living in a townhouse in Burlington, Ont. Next door lived a couple and their young son. One day, the husband left, and it was devastating to watch the boy try to come to terms with what had happened. He cried all the time, and I gathered my empathy into the lyrics—infuriation over how some people glibly elect to bring children into the world, only to flippantly walk away and leave anger to fester, pain to grow and sadness to swell. I tried to craft the changes with a classical feel.
Musically, this was the third time I'd recorded the song, with only modest changes to the two previous versions.
Anyone can plant a seed and leave it to grow wild
The injured son himself becomes a beggar
Anyone can say hello, I love you, but the few are those who say
our love will grown and I will know you better
Even fewer choose to stay
believing in a truth, believing in a lie
promising a home and to never roam
making love while making promises of a life that you’ll never hold to
Bleeding the arms that sanctify
In the darkness, begging release
The ropes that burn are coiled in peace
while the heartache simmers under a summer smile
Heading out for dinner, you turn around and sweetly say goodbye
Anyone can plant a seed and leave it to become
the angry son, the keeper of the vengeance
Anyone can write a note of sorrow, but the few are those who call
with warm rewards of peace and absolution
Few are those who cleanse the pall
Believing in a truth, believing in a lie
you will break a home and forever roam
making love while making promises of a life that you’ll never hold to
Bleeding the arms that sanctify
In Adrian Snood’s songs, soulful vocals and slow-moving alt-pop swirl together to create something distinctly moving. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 1, 2023