Lyrics

You scraped your knees when you were young

Ran with wolves untamed and free

Chased all dreams ripe for taking

Now your aged body breaking

 

As we soldier on these days

wearing the soles out of our old boots

Remember those visions of our youth

tear out the green grass shoots

Feel it now, much has changed

can you grasp the truth

Dig it up from beneath the ground

those torn grass roots

 

You risked your heart to keep it alive

Trailing smoke from fires far behind

Through your memories you’d go roaming

For peace of mind, vainly hoping

As we soldier on these days

wearing the soles out of our old boots

Remember those rhythms of our youth

tear out the green grass shoots

Feel it now, much has changed

can you grasp the truth

Dig it up from beneath the ground

those torn grass roots

Your old haunts are all but gone

Replaced by modern wills and wants

All grow old with time, constantly fading

We waste our days just not noticing

As we soldier on these days

wearing the soles out of our old boots

Remember those rhythms of our youth

tear out the green grass shoots

Feel it now, so much has changed

can you grasp the truth

Dig it up, those torn grass roots

As we soldier on these days

wearing the soles out of our old boots

Remember those visions of our youth

tear out the green grass shoots

Dig it up

Dig it up 

Dig it up from beneath the ground

Those torn grass roots

Grass Roots is a really fun song to play, I really enjoy the walking base line that accompanies the end of each line of the verse.  

The idea I wanted to describe with the lyrics is this journey we all make from childhood, growing ever older and how some memories fade with time. These are replaced with newer worries and desires. The last verse really brings this home for me and, when I play the song, I often catch myself thinking about older family members who have since passed on. It reminds me not to forget them.  

I wanted to merge this concept with a childhood memory; this image of sitting in a field, idly tearing up clumps of grass, looking at and thinking about the wider world. Its  something that I distinctly remember doing when I was little. 

Did you also do this as a child? Let me know in the comments below. If you feel comfortable posting about them, then I'd also love to hear about any memories this song brings up for you. 

Instrumentation:

Lead vocal, acoustic guitar, bass, electric guitar, harmonica, piano, shruti box, backing vocals

Inspirations:

Frank Turner - Losing days

Northcote - Hope is made of steel

Murder by death - I have arrived

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