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The Tree



Credits
Lyric Credits: JImmy Voegeli, Laura Johnston, John Warteneweiler
Music Credits: Jimmy Voegeli
Producer Credits: Mauro Magellan, Jimmy Voegeli
Publisher Credits: Jimmy Voegeli,Laura Johnston, John Warteneweiler
Performance Credits: The Jimmys
Label Credits: Brown cow Productions
Description
Short Song Description:
Father died saving the life of his very young daughter, told the mother on his death bed, not to tell her what happened, daughter found out, killed herself 40 years to the day
Long Song Description:

I knew some people would be miffed at putting such a song on the cd. I personally like to listen to other peoples albums, and be made to think a bit. This New Orleans funeral dirge, may or may not do that, but I wanted to show a slightly different side. It's more a song for us(me), and let the cow chips fall where they may.
My wife's family lives in Ferryville, a small town south of LaCrosse,Wi on the Mississippi. When we visit them, we always go for a walk that inevitably takes us past this tiny town's nearby cemetery. I was always drawn to one headstone, and the Yew Tree that guarded it. I still don't know the truth to this person's demise, but I decided what it was.
A father died while saving his very young daughter from getting hit by a car. Not wanting the daughter to live her life with the guilt, he told the mother to keep the circumstances a secret. The daughter learned the truth, lived with the guilt, til she could no longer. The father died in vain, because of the daughter's suicide. I know it's not a great match to the rest of the songs, but in some ways, it is. My wife co-wrote it with a little help from Johnny(bass), I didn't want to leave it on the cutting floor. I will take complete responsibility for it's presence on the album, but make no apologies. :-)
It was mixed by Victor DeLorenzo, the drummer of the Violent Femmes. He was very excited to put his stamp on it. I had only met him hours previous, he happened by the Milwaukee studio where we were mixing the last 4 songs, this one included. His demeanor told me to trust him. The strings were meant to be warm and lush, he said they should sound like Polish Public Radio. He was onto something, and I let him go. I'm proud of this song and the whole album.
Story Behind the Song:

I knew some people would be miffed at putting such a song on the cd. I personally like to listen to other peoples albums, and be made to think a bit. This New Orleans funeral dirge, may or may not do that, but I wanted to show a slightly different side. It's more a song for us(me), and let the cow chips fall where they may.
My wife's family lives in Ferryville, a small town south of LaCrosse,Wi on the Mississippi. When we visit them, we always go for a walk that inevitably takes us past this tiny town's nearby cemetery. I was always drawn to one headstone, and the Yew Tree that guarded it. I still don't know the truth to this person's demise, but I decided what it was.
A father died while saving his very young daughter from getting hit by a car. Not wanting the daughter to live her life with the guilt, he told the mother to keep the circumstances a secret. The daughter learned the truth, lived with the guilt, til she could no longer. The father died in vain, because of the daughter's suicide. I know it's not a great match to the rest of the songs, but in some ways, it is. My wife co-wrote it with a little help from Johnny(bass), I didn't want to leave it on the cutting floor. I will take complete responsibility for it's presence on the album, but make no apologies. :-)
It was mixed by Victor DeLorenzo, the drummer of the Violent Femmes. He was very excited to put his stamp on it. I had only met him hours previous, he happened by the Milwaukee studio where we were mixing the last 4 songs, this one included. His demeanor told me to trust him. The strings were meant to be warm and lush, he said they should sound like Polish Public Radio. He was onto something, and I let him go. I'm proud of this song and the whole album.
Metadata
Song Length 4:17
Primary Genre Unique-Avant garde
Tempo / Feel Folk-Alternative
Tempo / Feel Very Slow (Under 70)
Lead Vocal Male Vocal
Subject Matter 1 Sadness
Subject Matter 2 General
Mood 1 Heartbreaking
Mood 2 Depressing
Similar Artist 1 Tom Waits
Similar Artist 2 Marc Cohn
Language English
Era 1960 - 1969
Lyrics
The Tree marks the grave of the hero that died in vain, noone but the widow can recall
40 summers past, The Tree has outlast, what the papers called, a tragic day.
Noone can explain, if the daughter if the daughter shared in the pain, as mother tended the Yew Tree, every spring?
The girl was too young, to remember what she had done, running into the street, that sunny day.
The car rounded fast, the hero pushed her past, he was heard to cry, "mother, never tell"
She knew it would come to this day, mother told not to say, why make daughter share her sorrow, needlessly?
The truth mother could not say, daughter learned of anyway, and bore the cross of daddy, every day.
40 years to the day, they dig another grave, daughter never heard what she had done,
Mother stands alone, lost everything she knows,daughter took her life under the tree.
The Tree marks the grave, of the hero that died in vain, only the widow, can recall.
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