moth and rust…of treasures and more

OK, this is the song moth and rust. Choral vox, timpani, accordion, strings, a highly pitched GMS bell brass snare drum and a melody my son Jesse swears is from a haunted house…I asked him to show me – but thankfully he was unable (and I can’t think of one) – I am hoping it jarred the feeling of danger and warning, with a dash of ‘money as God’ lunacy – as that is more or less my intent. If you want to read the seed thoughts on the song go here.

moth and rust

uncle pete is crazy
crazy for the things that money buys
don’t you say he’s lazy
don’t you say he’s lazy, cause he tries and tries

ohhh he doesn’t know, he doesn’t know
cause if he did he wouldn’t go
where he’s going to go

he will find moth and rust combine
to take away the heart and soul and the treasures they go

pete says they don’t phase me
all those poor folks sit and whine and moan
whiskey keeps me hazy
otherwise who knows what, what a guy might find

ohhh he doesn’t know, he doesn’t know
cause if he did he wouldn’t go
where he’s going to go

he will find moth and rust combine
to take away the heart and soul and the treasures they go

bridge

uncle pete is crazy
crazy for the things that money buys
don’t you say he’s lazy
don’t you say he’s lazy, cause he tries and tries

ohhh he doesn’t know, he doesn’t know
cause if he did he wouldn’t go
where he’s going to go
he will find moth and rust combine
to take away the heart and soul and the treasures they go