My word, what a song this is. Stunning both in delivery and its simultaneously fragile, overwhelming, soaring arrangement. I cannot urge you strongly enough to give it a go. Really. This really does sound like one of the tracks from 2009 that'll be remembered, at least by some, for a very long time.
"You Go On Ahead (Trumpet Trumpet II)"
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You go on ahead,
for a while.
I would like
to follow you, a while.
You go on ahead,
for a while.
I would like to just
follow you, a while.
And I'd like to watch the white flash of your heels,
as they take turns,
breaking the desert heat
to beckon me in languages I've never learned.
And I'd like to have you
navigate two hills where no musicians live,
and on the way decide what mendings of your will
you're willing to forgive.
And I'd like to think the actors never banded,
and I'd like to throw this trumpet down and
go on, empty-handed.
And I'd like to think I am not one of them,
but I know I am.
So I'd like to just
follow you, a while.
You go on ahead, for a while.
I would like to just
follow you, a while.
And you go on ahead, for a while.
I would like to just
follow you, a while.
When me and the boys were out,
we killed a thousand butterflies.
So I put their wings into my mouth and
said a prayer for our safe arrival.
And then, a big black car crossed our path,
and I wondered whether or not that shit was empty.
You go.
See the sirens and the lizards
flick their tongues behind the stage.
See the actor keep a ritual,
to keep them all at bay.
He would like to come home naked,
without war paint on his face,
and appear before you, virgin white,
if virgins are still chaste.
So when you've got to wait,
and you've got to wait,
and you've got to wait,
and you've got to wait,
and you've got to wait.
And you've got to wait for me.
And I will appear before you, virgin white,
if virgins are still chaste.
Then I'd like to just
follow you, a while.
And if there are two eyes in my head,
there are four seasons in a year
and reflections on the water
of a burning, yellow sphere.
And the days add up to weeks,
add up to months.
and add up,
and add up to years.
And if reflections on the water
sometimes look like burning tears,
we can watch them change in shape
without pushing off the pier.