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Beneath Our Feet

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The Synchronicity Wavelength

Beneath Our FeetFiona McNichols, Echo Cain
00:00 / 02:35

Genre:
Indie Folk

Instruments Used:

Vocals (Fiona McNichols)

Acoustic Guitar

Lyrics:

 

[Unison breathing and calming but lively chords introduce this song]

 

Spiders crawling through the grass;

Black and orange pigments flash;

Clovers dancing three by three.

Where are you going to?

Legs crawling two by two,

There’s a whole world: down below.

 

Pink, red, and indigo.

Look at how much you’ve grown.

Never thought you’d come so far.

Hopping, clutching

Blade to blade.

Bending, moving

Through the maze.

Look me in my eyes and tell me why.

 

Where are you going to?

Feeling and twisting through neither he nor she

Maybe more like WE need to care about the world

Beneath our feet crawling around.

Nothing like the world that we have found.

We think we know the answers

To the questions but we never

Just sit down

And listen.

 

Where are we going to?

I will follow you.

Analysis:

    

     The only parts in this song are the copper-stringed acoustic guitar and the voice of a dear friend of mine. We recorded this song in early July of 2019 over the course of a day. We were sitting out in front of the Homestead while staring at the clouds/trees and chatting. I brought out my guitar and we decided to write a song. I created the chords and the rhythm while Fiona (my friend) crawled around on the ground and placed the precise essences of that afternoon and the tiny world found within the garden and the grass into the lyrics. I still cry when I listen to this song, remembering all the good memories.

     Because Fiona wrote the lyrics, I can only speculate about their true meaning. I used the song in this section of the album because the piece is ostensibly about our need to connect with worlds disparate than our own. The diversity found all around us should be celebrated. The entomological world beneath our feet is as good a place to start as any other. This acts as a trial for the individual found within the never-ending narratological cycle confronting them with a challenge to their belief that all the world is beautiful (insects are often detested in American society).

     There is also a continual question of, “Where are you going to?” throughout the piece, pushing the audience to question where they are going. Do we complete the actions we do because we have a goal or are they meandering and undirected? Is life fixed or is it fluid? These questions poke at the structure of the narrative cycle itself, displaying that this journey has relatively little meaning. The answer is already laid out in front of us, we must only, “…sit down and listen”.  This concept that stresses the presence of answers being right in front of us will appear later as well.

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