One of the most heartbreaking commentaries on life, maturation, and time that I have ever heard. This song embodies the monotony that I have spent my life thus far striving against. Listen to these lyrics and see if something deep within doesn't whisper (or scream) there has to be more to life than this. It can't just be plodding on from birth to death with little to nothing in between.
But the longer I flounder in this thing called life, the more I fear that this song is right -- this is all there is.
Title: We Walk On
Artist: Tonio K.
Album: Olé
Year: 1997
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Even the guitar seems melancholy.
The song's musical simplicity -- acoustic guitar with the very lightest of organ touches -- highlights a seemingly effortless but nimble and haunting lyric (in the style of Mark Heard, perhaps, or a pensive Rich Mullins). As the hopeless, fruitless tale is spun an electric guitar (very much akin to early Michael Roe/77s) comes in, strident and jagged, moving in fits and starts as if sobbing.
I don't know where the days go
They turn into weeks
They turn into years
Summers turn into Christmas, and they all disappear...
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