The last part of the garden to come in around here is the black walnut. Basically, citrus-smelling tennis balls start dropping from the tree much to the delight of the local squirrels and myself. The song uses the conceit of the arrival of black walnut season to portray a summer romance that has run its course, though the lovers have tried to push the love into the autumn. Musically, it's the usual voice, guitar, keyboard as bass, and drums. The weirdest aspect is using black walnuts themselves as a bit of percussion (the shells are very hard). If Mudhoney liked to garden, they might sound like this maybe. Lyrics are below:
When the insects stop singing at night we know the summer is truly gone.
The black walnuts start falling from the sky.
The end of the harvest means our time has passed.
It's too late.
It's too late for us,
Winter's coming.
This isn't a love affair that can survive the cold.
Though the sun still shines in the winter, we're too far away to feel the warmth.
I can feel a chill from you already.
Black walnut.
Black walnut season.
Grab your nuts and run.
Your head is as hard as the shell.
You just won't listen to reason.
We took a summer romance into the fall, but now it's black walnut season.
Winter's come.
For more Wred Fright music, listen to the Yeast? 7" or give his latest album a listen or download at your favorite digital music site such as Spotify or Bandcamp!
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