Oh, mother, I'm scared to die
Where, where do my good deeds lie?
Oh, father, I'm scared to live
Takes more than i've got to give
Oh, sister, my voice is weak
Oh, brother, I long for sleep
Oh, hunger, I know you well
My cruel friend is a funeral bell
And it rings in the day
And it rings in the evening
Oh, I could pray, but it won't stop you leaving
Shadow in black, you are grim from your reaping
Oh, can't you spare just a day for the weeping?
Oh, lover, I know you're there
And I'd follow you anywhere
Oh, give me a hand to hold
So that I may face the cold
Cause it rings in the day
And it rings in the evening
Oh, I could pray, but it won't stop you leaving
Shadow in black, you are grim from from your reaping
Oh, can't you spare just a day for the weeping?
Cause it rings in the day
And it rings in the evening
Oh, I could pray, but it won't stop you leaving
Shadow in black, you are grim from your reaping
Oh, can't you spare just a day for the weeping?
Oh, can't you spare just a day for the weeping?
About This Song
"Funeral Bell" is a haunting meditation on mortality and existential despair that showcases Phildel's ethereal, folk-influenced pop style with delicate instrumentation and her distinctive crystalline vocals. The song explores themes of death anxiety, spiritual questioning, and the weight of living, as the narrator addresses family members and expresses fear about both dying and the burden of existence itself. The "funeral bell" serves as a metaphor for persistent thoughts of death that intrude on daily life, ringing constantly as a reminder of mortality's inevitability. Musically, the track builds from sparse, intimate beginnings to a more orchestral arrangement, reflecting the growing intensity of the narrator's emotional struggle. The song stands out for its raw vulnerability and poetic approach to discussing mental health and existential crisis, making it a deeply affecting piece that resonates with listeners facing their own dark nights of the soul.
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