Panthers on the Mountainside (slowed to perfection)

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I've been working with some new software recently, which is where this beauty came from. The song is kickass too. A real heart warmer.
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SONG INFO:
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Name: Panthers on the Mountainside
Original Artist: Jon Charles Dwyer
Link to Original Music and Podcast: oldgodsofappal...
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LYRICS:
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We laid my mamaw to rest
the ridge bowed it’s head
and i tattooed her name
on the top of my wrist
6 feet too low
when her heart becomes cold
we’ll sniff our her bones
and see how bright she glows
See i hear that time is a cold hammer’s blow
and that days in this holler are caskets to close
I watch the sun ink and pray it may rise
and hold in the tales i keep buried in my mind
of panthers on the mountainside
the freedom that comes of knowing your bite
I sharpen my teeth pray my nails become claws
to finally dig out of this hole we’ve always called home.
Paw says he’s been here too long
blood wrapped in bones
years in a hole hammering earth wrapped in stone
rotten with his sin
the days all cave in
the USMC fades to gray on his skin
Now back in his prime we said reckless and crude
and here at the end we say stubborn as a mule
he’ll watch the sun sink and pray its his last
and hope that there was light in the tales that he passed
of panthers on the mountainside
the freedom that comes of knowing your bite
I sharpen my teeth pray my nails become claws
to finally dig out of this hole we’ve always called home.
panthers on the mountainside
the freedom that comes of knowing your bite
I sharpen my teeth pray my nails become claws
to finally dig out of this hole I‘ve always called home.

[@marco90909polo]

This slight slowing is even more hauntingly beautiful than the original.

[@dubael]

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