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Lonesome Hunter by Timber Timbre Creep On Creepin' On (2011)

Creep On Creepin' On is a beautifully created grim portrait: it's the face of the aftermath of a relationship. The canadian trio's album, slow-paced and deeply moving, presents a perfectly fluid narrative. We have all heard the typical love-themed melodramatic pop songs, but it is this song and album, that accomplishes resembling reality by displaying it, love, in such a dark vein.  The bleak eery atmosphere fills the room just after starting Timber Timbre's emotional song; the drums and the piano emanate from the speakers, introducing the soft melancholic voice, as it bears with it pure nostalgia. And as the constant, looping, rhythm marches forward, spawning different sounds in it's path to climax, the lyric's dark depiction of love captures the listener, as he is reminded of himself when trapped and lost in desperation and emotion, in rage and misery.

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The song begins the ending of the album, the singer is lost, just like at the begging, stuck in a cycle of emotions and phases. In this final stage, the poet, the singer, looks for his lover, he "hunts" for her, he knows he can't stand being lonesome, and so he wants her for him, for ever. Although, in the chorus, the lover recovers reason momentarily, looking at the scene from the outside, as if it was him listening to the album, and he begs for freedom. In the first part of the first verse, the lover discovers the loved one, has suffered, he feels wrong and hurt by this, but he continues to tell her that she has every reason to be frightened of him, as she knows him. This first part embodies the whole feel of the album and the song, as the lifeless singer swings in a pendulum from love to hate, hanging from the hands of the desertor, who has left him to perish in a personal black, hopeless desert. After this first verse comes the empathy-fueled chorus, which I will discuss later. In the second verse, the singer has found what he looks for, he has found her and is drooling over her. The first four lines cite birds, they surround the house, "dressing" his objective with freedom, creating a subtle paradox, as birds represent liberty and his situation is it's antithesis. The last four lines describe how he feels like a zombie, like a being with an obsession and nothing else, bonded to this world by the obsession itself. Going back to the chorus; in this part, the singer recovers sanity, he looks at the scene from an outsider's point of view, from the listener's point of view. From here he implies that he hasn't got the power to stop this, he excuses his actions as being a result of the obscure and overwhelming power of love... he speaks to his lover, he tells her how he can't possibly avoid her. He begs to be freed, and he sings that "every heart is a lonesome hunter", he sings that all of us are that character, that every one of us will unavoidably become the lonesome hunter, who isn't more than a man, feeling desperate and alone, hunting for what he thinks will relieve him from pain. It is because of this chorus that the song has so much power and influence over me and my emotions: the remarkably played instruments, accompanied by the breaking voice as it simply begs and begs for freedom, captures me and brings back memories of lost friends and lost love to mind, all at once, in an excruciating way, wich breaks me into tears. What did that bad man put in you? Did those rotten kids cross a line? I'm afraid I'll never understand baby, I'm so sorry you had such a bad time. Well I've done some truly awful things And you must be very terrified Well you have every reason to be frightened Since you been reading my mind Who am I to deny this moment And who am I to even question it? There is a cross on a mountain baby There is a cross glowing over your head Please break this spell you have me under Every heart is a lonesome hunter Please break this spell you have me under Every heart is a lonesome hunter Sparrows at your window Starlings at your door Magpies wherever we go Is it blackbirds forevermore Well I'm standing holding my head And I'm staring through a hole in your head And I been feeling like a zombie baby I am a zombie coming slow to your bed Who am I to deny this moment And who am I to even question it? There is a cross on a mountain baby There is a cross glowing over your head <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%; text-align: center;">Please break this spell you have me under Every heart is a lonesome hunter Please break this spell you have me under Every heart is a lonesome hunter Is a lonesome hunter Is a lonesome hunter Every heart is a lonesome hunter