Mother

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Sep. 22, 19921 viewer

Mother Lyrics

"The skies have darkened
And the seas have dried
Your honest ways have turned to lies
Your hands of promise
Turned to hands of pain
You take for granted the life that God create
The life that God created
The frost and flowers
Mother gave to you
The muffled whispers bleeding true
And it doesn't matter how
What kind of eyes your looking through
Do you see our Mother's dying?
Here's a picture for you
I wanna paint this picture for you!

With every black choking for breath
And every inch closer to death
Her hands are held out for you

(solo)

You said the reasons
We're in the cities that we all made
Was that we rage our poor Mother
Poor Mother
Poor Mother
Now that she's leaving
And she's thrown off all that she gave
We dig the grave
Of our poor Mother!
The grass ain't growing
In my front yard, no
Poor Mother
Poor Mother
Poor Mother
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This wonderful piece serves as just more powerful evidence to the fact that Blind Melon remains, in my eyes, one of the most underrappreciated bands (exclusive of No Rain) with relation to their supremely delightful lyrical complexity and musical proficiency. With a voice almost as recognisable as that of Isaac Brock, Shannon Hoon pours his heart and soul out in Mother. He questions whether or not he has lived up to the ultimate gift of life his Mother has given him, and now that she is dying, he tells himself he has wasted this opportunity. His mother’s death concludes the ability to procrastinate change, to become a son he thinks she would be proud of. But no matter what, his mother always seems to extend her hands out to him and show him love. This is Shannon Hoon cry for help from the dark depths of addiction and is as sincere and beautiful as any great pleas of past, present, and future, even Bowie’s “Word on Wing.”