Gone Cold | A Southern Gothic Love Song — Sasperela Rue

A love song about the one who stays. She stays. The coffee's gone cold anyway. A new single. Sung in the voice of Sasperela Rue. Songs by Elizabeth Ola Belle Fontaine. Every word written by hand — the grief is real. Listen on Spotify. ============================== GONE COLD Strong limbs sprawled wide in the sheets. Deep in them dreams, you say, “Squirreled, On two!” You’re drooling, hairy in cotton boxers. My world. Breakfast. Coarse roast. Tar black. Unsweet. Hate the taste. Drink it anyway. Black Rifle, semper fi, boys. Wake up so they pay, you say. Remember, hon. When the coffee's gone cold. (I love you.) When in your sleep you say… (I'll love you.) When you're gray and you're old. (I've loved you.) When you drink it anyway. (I'm here waiting for you.) Workin’ the ridgeline now. Fence wire. Neath that live oak I said I do. You look up, sweat mats your hair. Your eyes hold that Texas blue. Storm’s rollin’ low in them smoke skies Horizon’s pouring rain and dark. You keep fixin’ that fenceline— That wind’ll blow you apart. When the memories call, hold this, dear, through it all. When the coffee's gone cold. (I love you.) When in your sleep you say… (I'll love you.) When you're gray and you're old. (I've loved you.) When you drink it anyway. (I'm here waiting for you.) Sunday that cold, ash November. You wait at Hunton and Richmond. You smile at me sweet, tender Across the intersection. Crossing, my eyes were just on you. Didn’t see that waxed Corvette shred Eighty in a twenty-five. Orange, and then I was dead. Crock pot’s gone cold on the counter. Hon, you didn’t fold the laundry. Your old boxers have holes in them. You’re weepin’ over my body. That fenceline won’t fix itself, dear. Don’t let it trouble you I died. You’re sayin’ my name in your sleep. One day, I’ll see you on this side. When the memories call, hold this, dear, through it all. When the coffee's gone cold. (I love you.) When in your sleep you say… (I'll love you.) When you're gray and you're old. (I've loved you.) When you drink it anyway. (I'm here waiting for you.) — These recordings involve generative AI. #murderballad #revenge #americana #folksong #singersongwriter