Artist: Crone Fires
Key Signature: E minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Artist's Description
“No One Calls It Murder” is a slow-burning alt-country ballad written for listeners who want something honest, heavy, and unforgettable. Stripped down to the bones—acoustic guitar, baritone vocal, and a few ghost-trailing notes of steel or fiddle—it lets the lyrics take center stage, and those lyrics cut like regret.
The song’s narrator doesn’t rage, doesn’t beg, doesn’t romanticize. He just lays it out: everyone kills what they love, whether they mean to or not. Some do it slowly—by forgetting to call, by letting distance replace affection, by hiding behind fear. Others do it fast, clean, and final. Either way, the damage is done. Love doesn’t fade; it bleeds. And when it dies, we carry the wound like it’s not there, even though it never stops hurting.
At its heart, the song reframes heartbreak and emotional abandonment as a kind of murder. The line “The kind ones? They stab the heart fast. Because they know love gets cold when it dies” feels like a Southern gothic proverb—brutal, true, and impossible to forget. There are no choruses begging someone to come back. No melodrama. Just the bitter clarity that sometimes love is lost not to time, but to cowardice—and sometimes we are th
Genre(s): Country, Alternative Country
Mood(s): Bitter, Mournful, Sad
Style(s): Alternative
Tempo: 60-85 BPM
Language(s): English
Instrument(s): Drum Kit,Guitar-Electric
Vocal Type(s): Male Vocals
File Type: MP3
* Audio may contain AI generated content
Key Signature: E minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Artist's Description
“No One Calls It Murder” is a slow-burning alt-country ballad written for listeners who want something honest, heavy, and unforgettable. Stripped down to the bones—acoustic guitar, baritone vocal, and a few ghost-trailing notes of steel or fiddle—it lets the lyrics take center stage, and those lyrics cut like regret.
The song’s narrator doesn’t rage, doesn’t beg, doesn’t romanticize. He just lays it out: everyone kills what they love, whether they mean to or not. Some do it slowly—by forgetting to call, by letting distance replace affection, by hiding behind fear. Others do it fast, clean, and final. Either way, the damage is done. Love doesn’t fade; it bleeds. And when it dies, we carry the wound like it’s not there, even though it never stops hurting.
At its heart, the song reframes heartbreak and emotional abandonment as a kind of murder. The line “The kind ones? They stab the heart fast. Because they know love gets cold when it dies” feels like a Southern gothic proverb—brutal, true, and impossible to forget. There are no choruses begging someone to come back. No melodrama. Just the bitter clarity that sometimes love is lost not to time, but to cowardice—and sometimes we are th
Genre(s): Country, Alternative Country
Mood(s): Bitter, Mournful, Sad
Style(s): Alternative
Tempo: 60-85 BPM
Language(s): English
Instrument(s): Drum Kit,Guitar-Electric
Vocal Type(s): Male Vocals
File Type: MP3
* Audio may contain AI generated content
Cover Version:$22.75Standard License:$150.00
Extended License:$300.00
BUY COPYRIGHT:$2,500.00
