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New year, new site

January 23, 2009 By: Aaron Wrixon Category: commentary No Comments →

Coming soon - a new look, and maybe some new features like videos and downloads.

Also (hopefully) in 2009, a new record.


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My Sweet Violet

January 15, 2009 By: Aaron Wrixon Category: lyrics No Comments →

feels really good to be posting this after such a long drought.

when i die, won’t you bury me
when i die, won’t you bury me
when i die, won’t you bury me
next to my sweet Violet in the back country?

i met her long ago
i met my girl long ago
i met her long ago
on the bank of the Rappahannock in the falling snow

i knew then, that winter’s day
i knew it then like i do today
i knew then, that winter’s day
my love for her would never fade away

but they called me off to war
yes they called me off to war
and they called me off to war
i set sail and left her on the shore

and i saw so many things
so many black and brutal things
yes i saw so many things
i learned of the horror evil brings

but notes from her, they got me through
letters from her, they got me through
notes from her, they got me through
and i survived the darkness that men do

i came home but she was gone
when i came home, she was gone
i came home and she was gone
God had called her name and led her on

every letter i received
every single letter i received
every letter i received
written by her sister as she grieved

she had known i would have died
she must have known i would have died
she had known i would have died
without the thought of Violet by my side

so she signed her sister’s name
sixty-one times — her sister’s name
yes she signed her sister’s name
because she’s grown to care for me the same

but i can not forget my love
my sweet violet… i could never, my love
i can not forget my love
looking down from heaven up above

so i think that i will go
yes i think that i will go
i am sure that i will go
to the bank of the Rappahannock in the falling snow

when i die, won’t you bury me
when i die, won’t you bury me
when i die, won’t you bury me
next to my sweet Violet in the back country?


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