EMPTY

Artist: Ray LaMontagne

Genre: Folk

Notable lyrics:

She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden rows
With her bare feet laughing
I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell
In my disasters
I walk on down the hill
Through grass grown tall
And brown and still
It’s hard somehow
To let go of my pain
On past the busted back
Of that old and rusted Cadillac
That sinks into this field
Collecting rain
Will I always feel this way
So empty
So estranged?
And of these cut throat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings
I have grown weary
If through my cracked and dusty
Dime store lips
I spoke these words out loud
Would no one hear me?
Lay your blouse across the chair
Let fall the flowers
From your hair
And kiss me
With that country mouth
So plain
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves
To me it sounds like
They’re applauding us
The quiet love We’ve made
Will I always feel this way
So empty
So estranged?
Well I looked my demons in the eyes
Lay bare my chest
Said do your best to to destroy me
See I’ve been to hell and back
So many times
I must admit
You kinda bore me
There’s a lot of things
That can kill a man
There’s a lot of ways to die
Yes, and some already did
And walk beside me
There’s a lot of things I don’t understand
Why so many people lie
It’s the hurt I hide that fuels
The fire inside me
Will I always feel this way
So empty
So estranged?

If being in love hurts a man enough to etch something so beautiful in our minds, hearts and ears, I wouldn’t mind falling in love at all.

Ray LaMontagne is an American singer-songwriter, who specializes in writing in Folk and Country songs, and has the hands of an angel and Wordsworth’s brain. He’s got the perfect hipster look, except he’s quite attractive and is a lyrical genius.

‘Empty’ is a romantic song about mourning the loss of a lover, either due to separation or death. The singer feels ’empty’ and ‘estranged’ after he’s been left behind with nothing but the memories of them. He goes to the places they’ve once been, and talks about how the weather that once seemed beautiful when she was around, is killing him now. Basically, he feels left out and is questioning us, the experienced, if he’s always going to feel empty. The answer is – yes. Sorry Ray, the after-effects of love are complicated. What is particularly interesting is the last verse, where he talks about how he’s so accustomed to being in pain that her abandoning him doesn’t affect him all that much. The use of words and the language is all really intricate and ambiguous.

Most folk songs have very few instruments, the most common one being the acoustic guitar, which is what is used here as well. A violin has also been used to accentuate the mood of the song: melancholy. LaMontagne’s raspy, country voice basically complements the song all too well. The song is an excellent song, fairly speaking, and deserves to be awarded with more recognition, if at least not a Grammy. Hopefully, Ray will rise to the top of the charts in the upcoming years; I’m definitely here rootin’ for mah boy!