Ginny & John are two lost souls on different paths, but connected in their final destination. Fate brings them together, if only a moment too late. Surgeon General's Warning: this may ruin your day.
lyrics
Verse 1:
This night went down, in this small town. They’ll never forget it.
From the sound, if you think this message is depressing, you guessed it.
Locals died inside from one collective broken heart.
In days since, they had a concert in the park and sold up all her art.
But, on that night, Ginny felt like she was on an island.
Cast away from the past today, thinking better off dead and what her final words say.
She wrote, “Who will miss me. I’m broke and there’s no energy left in me.”
At the bottom of the page she wrote, “Goodbye world. Love, Ginny.”
She put the note on the nightstand. Then, the drunk dialing began.
Damn near dialed her whole contact list. Got voicemails
that didn’t exist. Surrounded by bottles of booze,
she sat down at her computer and started Googling nooses.
Hook:
I couldn’t make up this sequence of events.
It had to be, a theatrical tragedy.
For goodness sake, there’s credence in this pretense.
It had to be, a theatrical tragedy.
I said, I said (Hook Repeat)
Verse 2:
Ginny’s high school sweetheart John was last on her list.
They talked when they longed for company at times like this.
But it’s been a while. She ran the risk this text would be missed.
1a.m. with no response, she hung the rope from her loft.
Pulled the kitchen table under it and tied the knot.
Clutched her phone and babysat the minute hand on the clock.
Tears rolled down her face like a stage curtain.
Mind made for certain. End scene, end of burden.
No one seemed to care as she’s desperately grasping for hope.
Her last ditch text to John, simply said, “I need to talk.”
Meanwhile, John’s driving home after tying one on.
Saw a few texts from Ginny and the last one said, “I need to talk.”
Hook Repeat
Verse 3:
John’s ride was swerving back and forth between the yellow lines.
Ginny looked up at the rope, then down at her phone for one last time.
Let out a sigh and wiped the tears from her face.
Extremely calm, while her heart and the second hand race.
She stepped up on the table, past the point of no returning.
Slipped on her rope necklace, all dressed for the next excursion.
John feeling something’s wrong, looked down to text her.
His cell was found with message half written in the wreckage.
She was the one to always tell people it’s alright.
He was the one with bright future, but on this night
He crossed the center line, head on, dead on collision.
Ginny kicked the table, both souls gone in an instant.
credits
from Talkin' Story,
released October 14, 2016
Produced by the Dust Collectors.
North Carolina MC Big Pooh tells it like it is, detail for gritty detail, aided by L'Orange, Steve Roxx, and Apollo Brown. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 24, 2015
