Dry The River – New Ceremony

Doubt In Love

“It’s better to be late than to never show up.” That’s what I said when I was accidentally late to an event last week because, well, I took a nap and woke up late. I was just covering up with an excuse then, but it also applies here and sounds more poetic.

I’m late to Dry the River’s music and their song, New Ceremony. I’ve been missing out. It reminds me of Mumford and Sons, or better, Frightened Rabbit sans Scottish accents and I guess that makes some sense as they are Londoners. New Ceremony is undoubtedly anthemic, but it’s the lyrics and my interpretation that really capture my imagination from the song that was written at a Welsh cottage.

If you haven’t heard this song, I recommend it and if you have, listen and love again.

Here are the lyrics. Don’t let your dreams die tonight.

I waited by your bedside,
And couldn’t close my eyes all night.
I named you like a prayer.

It’s anybody’s guess how,
The angel of doubt came down,
And crept into your bed.

But after we danced to the shipping forecast,
The words escaped your mouth:
“I know it’s gotta stop, love, but I don’t know how.”

Now the stairs forget your shoes,
And the gate don’t creak for want of you.
But the jury’s out on me.

We’re wise beyond our years,
But we’re good at bad ideas, my love.
Or so it seems to be.

Shine a little light,
Don’t wrestle with the night,
Don’t think about the future now.
I know it’s gotta stop, love, but I don’t know how.

My little one,
My kettle drum,
I know I had a message at the start.

My babel tongue,
My come-undone,
I know I had a message at the start.

My prison kiss,
My dying wish,
I know I had a message at the startÂ…
But it up and abandoned us, when we were sleeping in our beds.

It’s anybody’s guess how the angel of doubt laid down
Sand beneath our house.
I know it’s gotta stop, love, but I don’t know how.

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