Bury Me On A Backroad (Hasidic Cover)
A track blending fun Klezmer band and Hasidic dance rhythms choir with a 7/8 time signature element: raw, cheerful, and celebratory. Require: a single live take with human feel, room ambiance, and the warmth of analog recording. Tempo: 138 BPM with energetic push and pull. Vocal Style: Male, gravelly, expressive Jewish cantorial voice. Imperfections required: occasional spoken asides, spontaneous emotional interjections, breath sounds between phrases. Pentatonic melodic framework for vocal lines. Instrumentation: Prominent, talking clarinet using glissandi and weeping bends. Lively, rhythmic tsimbl (cimbalom) with hammered patterns. Support from a scratchy, rhythmic violin. Steady, pumping Dombak or barrel-shaped drum. A honky-tonk piano playing chordal accents. All instruments tuned with old-world, non-perfect intonation. Ambience: Subtle background noise of a joyful gathering. Foot stomps on a wooden floor. Occasional distant chatter and laughter. Clinking of glasses in the outro.
Bury Me On A Backroad (Hasidic Cover)
A track blending fun Klezmer band and Hasidic dance rhythms choir with a 7/8 time signature element: raw, cheerful, and celebratory. Require: a single live take with human feel, room ambiance, and the warmth of analog recording. Tempo: 138 BPM with energetic push and pull. Vocal Style: Male, gravelly, expressive Jewish cantorial voice. Imperfections required: occasional spoken asides, spontaneous emotional interjections, breath sounds between phrases. Pentatonic melodic framework for vocal lines. Instrumentation: Prominent, talking clarinet using glissandi and weeping bends. Lively, rhythmic tsimbl (cimbalom) with hammered patterns. Support from a scratchy, rhythmic violin. Steady, pumping Dombak or barrel-shaped drum. A honky-tonk piano playing chordal accents. All instruments tuned with old-world, non-perfect intonation. Ambience: Subtle background noise of a joyful gathering. Foot stomps on a wooden floor. Occasional distant chatter and laughter. Clinking of glasses in the outro.
Lyrics
Intro
(Oh, that's just Moishe)
Chorus
I might never come back home
So if I die, draped in all of my gold
Bury me on a back road
In a flyover state with no name on the stone
'Cause I don't want nobody crying at my grave
I don't want my family to go through that pain
So bury me on a back road
In a flyover state with no name on the stone
Verse 1
(Willie be singing, huh?)
(Yeah)
Yeah, bury me on a back road
'Cause I'm chasing the wind, and might never come back home
Can't believe that I made it this far, 'cause I really came up out the mud like a tadpole
This ain't only for me, my city in the passenger seat, they might want me to crash though
Taking shots, but I'm right at the glass, put the ball in my hand and I'm breaking the backboard
Got a dream and some cash and a tank full of gas, and a past that I'll never let go of
Raise a glass to the nights I ain't die but came close when I think back, dog, I get choked up
If the stars don't shine, I'ma still find light in the fire from the bridges I burned up
Put a stone with no name, bury me and my chains, pour one out on my grave when my turn's up
Chorus
I might never come back home
So if I die, draped in all of my gold
Bury me on a back road
In a flyover state with no name on the stone
'Cause I don't want nobody crying at my grave
I don't want my family to go through that pain
So bury me on a back road
In a flyover state with no name on the stone
Bridge
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
Verse 2
I've been cut, I've been crossed, I've been left, I've been lost, but can't nobody call me fake
I had people I love look me dead in the eyes, fix they lips and then lie to my face
Everybody ain't you and that hurts, but it's true, had to learn how to carry that weight
Karma comes quick and the reaper don't miss, I'll be smiling while facing my fate
Tell my babies I love 'em, and every mistake that I made was to make sure that they would be straight
Let 'em take what they want off my plate, I just hope that I ain't too late
Let the world say whatever they think, for the record, I was never afraid of the hate
Bury me in a flyover state, and make sure you remember my name
Chorus
I might never come back home
So if I die, draped in all of my gold
Bury me on a back road
In a flyover state with no name on the stone
'Cause I don't want nobody crying at my grave
I don't want my family to go through that pain
So bury me on a back road
In a flyover state with no name on the stone
Outro
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)