Migration - Emily Bell (Original Song)

Firstly, I am sorry to any ornithologists that clicked on this video, hoping for a song about birds 🐦! I use migration as a metaphor for the protective power of space between people in the context of mental illness. This song explores the effect that mental health can have on relationships, through the lens of a relationship that ended when I was 16.
I took a different approach to this arrangement, improvising all of the parts except for the guitar and lead vocal. Most of the time, I didn’t know what notes I was playing or how the harmony would come together, resulting in some interesting tension within the song, which I think lends itself to the folk genre. I hope you enjoy listening!
Lyrics:
Clearing out my Mother's house
I had to stop and cry
On the top shelf was a pile of 'get well soon' cards
And the letters that he wrote
When I was in the hospital
He cared so deeply
At first, it was all left to his mind
But then it got too close to the bone
So he cut me out his life
Had to cut me out his life
I don't want to be someone who's scary to love
Though it was not my fault, the shame eats me up
These days I've found a good view from above
And I don't think he'd fit into the frame anymore
Like birds with the seasons
Escaping the lands that cannot feed them
The distance grew vast
But it meant that we could last
He was asking after me
My Mum consoled him
He was asking after me
What could she tell him?
He cared so deeply
At first it was all left to his mind
But then it got too close to the bone
So he cut me out his life
Had to cut me out his life
I don't want to be someone who's scary to love
Though it was not my fault, the shame eats me up
These days I've found a good view from above
And I don't think he'd fit into the frame anymore
Once attempts had been made
To describe all the pain that I had been through
You said you felt betrayed
Said I stabbed you in the back
Could you turn around and see that was not me?
Could you turn around and face reality?
But he cared so deeply
At first it was all left to his mind
But then it got too close to the bone
So he cut me out his life
Had to cut me out his life
I don't want to be someone who's scary to love
Though it was not my fault, the shame eats me up
These days I've found a good view from above
And I don't think he'd fit into the frame
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
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[@HowJenRoper]

Hi, Emily. It was lovely to hear another original song from you: both thoughtful and melodic. Thank you! Jennifer

[@Emily_Bell]

Hi Jennifer. Thank you so much for listening!

[@Santa-l4j]

Damn emily the lyrics and vocals and everything!!!😭😭❤️❤️

[@Emily_Bell]

ah thank you so much!! ❤️❤️

[@AndrewCainGuitar]

Hi Emily. A beautiful song.really enjoyed it. Uncle Andy😂

[@Emily_Bell]

Thank you! I appreciate it! :)