The Shape of Everything is a celestial folk tale about Death and his hobby. It's the last song on the Full Circle EP, and it's one of my favorite early tunes. It's dark and playful, cosmic and quirky.
A few years ago I was interviewed by Marty Usery of Average Day Studios. I was asked to speak a little about the tune and perform it live. So, I'll let that interview speak for the song...
At the end of the interview there's also a little sneak peak of the next song I'll post here on Hive, Tabula Rasa, which I'm pretty stoked about sharing because it's been my number one fan favorite and marks a pretty obvious turning point in my musical adventures.
Here's the studio version of The Shape Of Everything as well:
Crystal Casey - The Shape of Everything © 2016
He walks along the endless beaches of the universe
Collecting your new and used, your new and used experiences.
He takes ‘em home and chops ‘em up and pastes ‘em back together again
Says, “They’re mine now, and they’re fine now, these experiences.”
He acts out all the parts
The saints, the killers, and the broken hearts.
Oh, he’s alone in a big black hole
Never lived one life of his own.
Ooo—Ooo—Your new and used,
Your new and used experiences
Won’t be forgotten, won’t be swallowed up by time eternal,
Yes we’re small, yes we’re all wondering why we have to die.
But maybe there’s a reason dangling on a chain in a locket
that she’s tucked away, and when she remembers him, she’ll open it.
And when she does what will she find?
Will the truth unlocked be the balanced kind?
Or could it be the twisted symphony
of a broken mind?
Ooo—Ooo—
He has a stand at the supernova where he spends his days
Selling your new and used, your new and used experiences.
From the latest to collector’s vintage if the stars can spare some change
They can shine like new with a little piece of you.
‘Cause after all memories fade.
Time carries out its brutal raid
on skin and bone, footprints in stone.
It all gets washed away.
Ooo—Ooo—Your new and used,
Your new and used experiences
Won’t be forgotten, won’t be swallowed up by time eternal,
Yes we’re small, but now something stays in its own little way.
Ooo—Ooo— Butterflies
Change the shape of everything.
Yeah, butterflies
Change the shape of everything.
