Blood in the Fountain
Soulful Brucecockburn-Inspired Indie Track | Blood in the Fountain by Ward C Locke | Stream Free (88 BPM, G maj)
Blues-soaked alternative rock with something to say about who gets chewed up and who doesn't.
The muse doesn't pick a lane. Neither does Ward C Locke.
No genre, no destination, no preconceived notion of what the music should sound like. Just whatever the muse is pointing at today, followed honestly and made with whatever tools work. The results don't always fit a category. That's the point. Come along if you're curious where it goes next.
SoundClick artist Ward C Locke offers "Blood in the Fountain", an Indie track available to license. Produced at 88 BPM, this Indie beat is available for licensing on SoundClick. No external samples are used in this track. Rooted in G maj, the song carries a warm and resolved quality.
The track creates a listening experience that feels blood, soulful, intense and gritty. It has charted at #14 on the SoundClick Indie chart. Fans and creators alike who love the sound of Brucecockburn and Hozier can license "Blood in the Fountain" directly from Ward C Locke on SoundClick for $25.00.
Story behind the song
Opens with soulful harmonica and builds into something angrier. A man bleeding on Montgomery Street, a father's lungs gone black from dust, a claim denied by an algorithm. Grandma marched in Birmingham in '63. The refrain asks who the marble fountains were really built for.
Lyrics and concept by Ward C Locke. Music produced using Suno AI.
Lyrics
Saw a man bleeding on Montgomery Street,
Cops said he slipped, blood told the truth.
Rode the Greyhound through Flint and Gary's bones,
Rust and bodies under factory stones.
My father's lungs turned black from dust,
Company said it was "insufficient trust."
They said bow down and pray,
They said it'll be okay.
I've tasted blood in marble fountains,
Heard children choke on corporate mountains.
We're not singing hymns, we're howling truth,
This reckoning's got nothing left to lose.
Rosa's kid is coughing refinery air,
Governor's on TV saying "we care."
Jimmy died waiting on a denied claim,
Algorithm said his life's not worth the pain.
Selling us the same old grave,
Asking which masters we'll obey.
I've tasted blood in marble fountains,
Heard children choke on corporate mountains.
We're not singing hymns, we're howling truth,
This reckoning's got nothing left to lose.
Grandma marched in Birmingham '63,
They turned the hoses,
Water felt like teeth.
She got back up.
She got back up.
She got back up.
Light your match from fires they've been hiding,
Every denied claim, every body they've been sliding.
We're not asking the dead for permission,
This is the flood, not a petition.
When dawn breaks on the picket line,
When the last CEO runs out of time,
We'll plant gardens in their cracks,
Feed each other, take it back.
I've tasted blood in marble fountains,
Heard children choke on corporate mountains.
We're not singing hymns, we're howling truth,
The reckoning is me and you.
If you're broken, lay here broken too,
We'll heal together, make it through.
This ain't a dream, this ain't prayer
This is the flood, we're already there.
