Ballad of J . Murphy - Red Heart The Ticker

It was a humid air up on the hill. It was a old four-door you took up the hill: parked it facing down, keys on the dash with the windows down. It was a great wide field you crossed with your man. It was a knee-high grass. You laid down with your man, looking into his eyes. Your chestnut hair was blowing in your eyes. The slow gait of your words, were your whispering, and the buzz of insects, were you listening? Fifteen years old, your heart is young, your body's cold. It doesn't matter which one of you it doesn't matter which one of you brought the pistol it doesn't matter which one.

It was a fancy car that came calling for you. It crushed the wheel-high grass where it came for you. Checked your pulse, but it had ceased. The sun had gone low, it was shining through the trees. I hope you get back on your feet in that speckled light. I hope you get back on your feet in that speckled light. Fifteen years old, your heart is warm, your heart is old.


Red Heart the Ticker is the musical collaboration of Robin MacArthur and Tyler Gibbons, a husband and wife duo from Marlboro, Vermont. their wonderful music can be found at Itunes.