Sonntag, 7. Oktober 2012

Shelter


The snow starts gathering on your hair
A friendly way for something to betoken
The place has come, the time is here
To heal what’s whole, to rearrange what’s broken
No more wisdom, no more words
No treaties – and surrender – please
A fir tree gives us shelter so
We might just try to cuddle up and freeze

Donnerstag, 4. Oktober 2012

Marooned

(some more lyrics for the as yet unnamed band I'm writing for. This is a song of about eight and a half minutes and it's about a guy marooned on an island, feeling desperate because he was left by a woman. He can't leave the island until he has learnt - to cut a long story short - not to substitute lack of personality with relationships. Before the last six lines come in, there is a two minutes instrumental section so the break in setting and mood isn't actually that striking.)


A lightning in my eyes / A twitch inside my hand
Sickening sensations / A sudden strip of sand
Tangled up in tang / My life is washed ashore
These are not the riverbanks / That I was steering for
Stripped of all my sanity / Struggling to stand
Breathing and marooned / On godforsaken land
Salt in my saliva / I stumble to the trees
The heavens keep on shaking / (Shake) me down upon my knees

In this dreamless, hopeless night
A graceful spectral light
Can you hold me now I’m wrecked?
Can you help me to connect?
I must know why she was taken
(And) I need answers to awaken
The will to breathe once more
Give me someone to adore

Following the sirens / Groping in the silence
Tiptoeing through fire and / Screaming
As I keep on falling / I hear echoes calling
Me to give it all a / Meaning

Spirit, guide me deep into / the chasms of my soul
Help me, heal me and / Spirit, make me whole
Spirit, with your guidance / I stumble to my past
A distant silhouette / Spirit, her at last –

The contours of my once beloved / Motionless and carved in stone
I fall down at the sacred socket / Dejected and alone
Gazing up and hoping for / A repentant and benign
Look upon her past / I see her face is mine

Sunshine in my nostrils / Seagulls – above ground
I open up my eyes / And hear the rushing sound
Of the waves that carry / my lonely raft back home
Of the winds that blow / that guide me through the foam

I’ve cast away dependence / And broken all the spells
I have become much more / Than just somebody else