B. Ritter

LYRICS

Two children in the graveyard, and the poppies on the ground,
The breeze it is blowing, B. Ritter sleeping sound.
1926 - To die on top,
Before the great fall,
Before the shoe dropped.

Tame tortured soul in the valley of ash,
Let the eggs crack where they will, let them roll or spill
B. Ritter had riches the privileged won't ever see,
had two young boys, wife, family.

1956: The child had grown,
Hung his head in remembrance for his brother,
his bones back from south pacific, now he's in the ground,
right next to B. Ritter, a father forever proud.

One son remaining, only one thing to do,
So he fathered his two boys, and he taught 'em to shoot,
Like his old man before him, like his brother had to do,
And one day he stepped out and never returned.

Two children in the graveyard,
and the poppy's on the ground,
The breeze it is blowing, three Ritter's sleeping sound.
1996 - To die on top,
Before the great fall,
Before the shoe dropped.


LINER NOTES

Last September, as the season was changing to autumn, my morning commute consisted of driving up a mountain past a tiny, unkempt graveyard. I got to thinking of how many people are underground, and forgotten, and wanted to write a little story about them. Swirling around my head were thoughts about the circle of life.. how we all become our fathers who became their fathers. And so I created the Ritter family. There's a constant thread on the album of feeling like the floor is about to fall out, like the shoe is going to drop. I specifically placed the three dates in this song to reflect that; 1926, 1965, 1996. Three years, that in hindsight, were precursors to tragedy.


PROGRESS CLIPS


CREDITS

Written, Produced, and Mixed by Brandon Peterson 

Mastered by David Lipps