Navy Blue
Alternative rock with folk influences. Features a baritone male vocal, acoustic guitar, electric guitar with overdrive, bass guitar, and a drum kit. The track starts with a fingerpicked acoustic guitar pattern in 4/4 time at 75 BPM in the key of E minor. The arrangement builds from a sparse acoustic opening to a full rock ensemble with distorted guitar power chords and driving eighth-note bass lines. The drums utilize a standard backbeat with prominent crash cymbals during the chorus. A melodic electric guitar solo features sustained notes and vibrato. The vocal delivery is gritty and emotive, transitioning from a low register in the verses to a powerful chest voice in the choruses.
Navy Blue
Alternative rock with folk influences. Features a baritone male vocal, acoustic guitar, electric guitar with overdrive, bass guitar, and a drum kit. The track starts with a fingerpicked acoustic guitar pattern in 4/4 time at 75 BPM in the key of E minor. The arrangement builds from a sparse acoustic opening to a full rock ensemble with distorted guitar power chords and driving eighth-note bass lines. The drums utilize a standard backbeat with prominent crash cymbals during the chorus. A melodic electric guitar solo features sustained notes and vibrato. The vocal delivery is gritty and emotive, transitioning from a low register in the verses to a powerful chest voice in the choruses.
Lyrics
Fresh new suit…
How many boys died in it…
Not many…
Maybe one or two…
Waste in epaulettes…
Cannon-fodder youth…
Kids conscripted…
By men with clean boots…
War is like fire…
It needs fuel…
Blood and bone of dreamers…
Will more than do…
I was one…
And so were you…
Yet here I am…
But where are you…
Out there somewhere in the dirt…
Dug up easy… from shallow earth…
Coyote feed… most likely…
If you ask me… you’re lucky…
Done with this farce…
No more game…
We can never win…
Still made to play…
I think of quittin’ every day…
But where would I go…
Where would I stay…
No… this killin’…
Suits me fine…
Even if it’s breakin’…
What little mind…
I may yet have…
If it finally breaks…
I might stop countin’…
All my mistakes…
It’s a long list…
I know it well…
Reads like a map…
Destination: hell…
How’ll navy blue…
Hold in the flame…
Or will I fit right in…
One and the same…
With devils and demons…
Will they call me brother…
Welcome me in…
Like any other…
My mind drifts… to my mother…
What a fall from grace…
She wouldn’t even know me…
Wearin’ a stranger’s face…
Her kind, lovin’ son…
Turned killer… turned beast…
Of all my kin…
I know I’m the least…
Fit to carry the name…
To return back home…
But that ain’t home…
Not anymore…
I’ll die here…
That I know…
So in my coat…
I’ve stitched this note…
“Navy blue…
Fresh new suit…
A partin’ gift…
From me… to you…”
[Instrumental solo leading to fade out]
[End]