What Happened To My World
metal, Wild fusion of Native-influenced ska-rockabilly with surf guitar twang, maracas and hand percussion driving a skank rhythm. Bagpipe drones and hurdy-gurdy create a haunting bed; bursts of sax, harmonica, and violin answer the lead. Male vocals swagger-yodel in verses; chorus blooms into sensual female gospel stack, call-and-response. Mid-song, a psychedelic metal breakdown with distorted slide guitar and hammer dulcimer hits, then back to an anthemic, whistle-along finale., native american, rockabilly, saxophone, world, ska, tango, male vocals, violin, accordion, mambo, gospel
What Happened To My World
metal, Wild fusion of Native-influenced ska-rockabilly with surf guitar twang, maracas and hand percussion driving a skank rhythm. Bagpipe drones and hurdy-gurdy create a haunting bed; bursts of sax, harmonica, and violin answer the lead. Male vocals swagger-yodel in verses; chorus blooms into sensual female gospel stack, call-and-response. Mid-song, a psychedelic metal breakdown with distorted slide guitar and hammer dulcimer hits, then back to an anthemic, whistle-along finale., native american, rockabilly, saxophone, world, ska, tango, male vocals, violin, accordion, mambo, gospel
Lyrics
Verse 1
They dammed up my river
Sold the current by the pound
Stumps where my grandpa’s shade once stood
Dust where we danced on the ground
Plastic bones on the shoreline
Dead tide licking at my feet
Silver scales float belly-up
Kids told “don’t touch
Don’t eat”
Chorus
What happened to my world?
Who signed away the rain? (oh yeah)
Who traded songs of the soil
For a pocket full of pain?
What happened to my world?
I can’t breathe the air they sold
But my heart beats on the drum
And my stories won’t be bought or told
Verse 2
Pipes crawl over the hillside
Like metal vines choking stone
Smoke stacks cough in a crooked line
Marking what we used to own
They fenced off the mountains
Put “keep out” on sacred ground
But my tongue still tastes that sunrise
In a single
Stubborn sound—[yodeling riff]
Chorus
Bridge
low vocal register
They thought the river forgot our names
They thought the trees don’t pray
But I hear roots in the concrete crack
Saying
“we’re finding our way”
sexy female chorus
We are the water
We are the flame
We are the memory they can’t tame
Chorus
Outro
whistling over soft harmonica
I plant one seed in the parking lot
One drumbeat under the noise
One long note on the old pan pipes
For the earth
For the girls and boys
[bagpipe and slide guitar swell
Then cut]