Foxbeard
Whispers of Choices: Unveiling the Secrets in Run River North's Foxbeard
Lyrics
I knew a man who found a forest overseas
The narrator knew a man who discovered a forest in a foreign land.
He grew his beard like the grounds bear trees Callous his hands, his heart bled dry
The man cultivated a beard resembling the trees on the grounds. His hands were calloused, and he seemed emotionally drained.
He kept his fire in the clutch of his eyes
The man's intensity and passion were reflected in the fiery expression in his eyes.
He painted with a dark stroke, dirty on the canvas
The man expressed his creativity with a dark, possibly troubled, stroke on the canvas.
Creation was holy but we chose against it
The act of creation was considered sacred, but humanity chose to go against it.
The devil knows he's evil no need to proclaim
A reference to acknowledging one's own evil without explicitly proclaiming it.
It's the choices we make the bring glory to his name
Choices made by individuals bring glory or shame to their name.
Mr. Fox I know you've got a secret to tell
Addressing Mr. Fox, suggesting he holds a secret.
But folks we live just to hear ourselves
People often speak to hear themselves rather than to truly communicate.
Talk, talk talk Non stop stop stop
An emphasis on excessive and meaningless chatter.
And it goes goes goes
The chatter continues incessantly.
Until we know, know, know Know not what we say
Communication persists until understanding is achieved.
Know not what we do
An acknowledgment of ignorance in speech and action.
I knew a lady lost the forest for the trees
The narrator knew a lady who lost sight of the bigger picture, focusing on details.
She grew a lust to bury all underneath
The lady developed a desire to bury or suppress everything beneath her.
She cut to their heart, she bled them dry
The lady caused harm to others, draining them emotionally.
She kept her fire burning up to the sky
Similar to the man, the lady had a passionate fire within her.
She's building up her kingdom of sticks and stones
The lady is building a metaphorical kingdom using fragile and easily breakable materials.
I hear the words in between they tend to never hold
Words spoken between actions often lack substance or sincerity.
Was she living ever after or making belief
Questioning if the lady is truly living authentically or merely pretending.
She kept away from the heart the things unseen
The lady avoids acknowledging the unseen and deeper aspects of life.
I don't want to be your monkey boy
The narrator expresses a desire not to be manipulated or controlled.
But my cymbals are crashing
A metaphorical representation of internal turmoil and unrest.
My teeth oh they chatter
The narrator is physically and emotionally affected by the cold.
'Cause I'm cold, cold, cold
Expressing a sense of emptiness or lack of warmth without external validation or support.
Without your claps, claps, claps
The narrator feels dependent on the approval or encouragement of others.
And I don't know, know know
Uncertainty about when the emotional struggle will end.
If this is ever, ever gonna stop.
An expression of doubt regarding the resolution of the challenges.
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