Wednesday 30 April 2014

Exiled

Briton Rivière: Requiescat

I must leave from fear they send
Journey with the dawn
As I take the winding road
Bow my head forlorn, now I must go

I'm banished in exile
I wander this land
No faith in the future
I'm in their command

Cross over the mountains
And valleys so wide
I walk as I wander
With hope by my side

All my friends are far away
How I miss my home
Where do I find peace of mind
Guide me as I roam, I cry for you

I'm banished in exile
To meet their demand
Rejected messiah
They don't understand

I'm searching for something
That's lost in my heart
God knows I'm a sinner
I'm falling apart

If this is my destiny
I've got to believe
The passion inside me
Has left me to bleed

I'm banished in exile
I wander this land
No faith in my future
I'm in their command

Cross over the mountains
And valleys so wide
I walk as I wander
With hope by my side

If this is my destiny
I've got to believe
This passion inside of me
Has left me to bleed, oh


Wednesday 23 April 2014

Let go!

Edward Matthew Hale: Psyche At The Throne Of Venus

In the darkest hour, tangled in despair
I looked around and I was dreaming
I walk the border of the other side
And all the time I heard a screaming

Let go... let go!
If you want to get back to the place you were at... let go!
Let go... let go!
If you tear at your heart
It will rip you apart... let go!

And in the mirror I saw a shining light
It beckoned me with distant hunger
A rage that's burning, consumed by itself
I couldn't stop it now or never

Let go... let go!
If you want to get back to the place you were at... let go!
Let go... let go!
Well he laughts at your pain
You've got nothing to gain... let go!

And when I woke up, I had a gun in my hand
I just can't do it, I want this dream to end

Let go... let go!
If you want to get back to the place you were at... let go!
Let go... let go!
If you tear at your heart
It will rip you apart... let go!

Let go... let go!
If you want to get back to the place you were at... let go!
Let go... let go!
Well he laughts at your pain
You've got nothing to gain... let go!

Let go... let go!
If you open your mind
See what you find... let go!


Friday 18 April 2014

Stigmata

Pierre-Paul Prud'hon: Crucifixion

Lord erase my soul and take me
I am the sorrow taste me
I am the son embrace me
I am the dawn you stigmatize...

Wednesday 16 April 2014

Sirens

Edward Matthew Hale: The Sirens

   The sea is lonely, the sea is dreary, 
The sea is restless and uneasy; 
Thou seekest quiet, thou art weary, 
Wandering thou knowest not whither;— 
Our little isle is green and breezy, 
Come and rest thee! Oh come hither, 
Come to this peaceful home of ours, 
      Where evermore 
The low west-wind creeps panting up the shore 
To be at rest among the flowers; 
Full of rest, the green moss lifts, 
   As the dark waves of the sea 
Draw in and out of rocky rifts, 
   Calling solemnly to thee 
With voices deep and hollow,— 
      "To the shore 
   Follow! Oh, follow! 
   To be at rest forevermore! 
         Forevermore!" 

Look how the gray old Ocean 
From the depth of his heart rejoices, 
Heaving with a gentle motion, 
When he hears our restful voices; 
List how he sings in an undertone, 
Chiming with our melody; 
And all sweet sounds of earth and air 
Melt into one low voice alone, 
That murmurs over the weary sea, 
And seems to sing from everywhere,— 
"Here mayst thou harbor peacefully, 
Here mayst thou rest from the aching oar; 
   Turn thy curvëd prow ashore, 
And in our green isle rest forevermore! 
         Forevermore!" 
And Echo half wakes in the wooded hill, 
   And, to her heart so calm and deep, 
   Murmurs over in her sleep, 
Doubtfully pausing and murmuring still, 
         "Evermore!" 
      Thus, on Life's weary sea, 
      Heareth the marinere 
      Voices sweet, from far and near, 
      Ever singing low and clear, 
      Ever singing longingly. 

   It is not better here to be, 
Than to be toiling late and soon? 
In the dreary night to see 
Nothing but the blood-red moon 
Go up and down into the sea; 
Or, in the loneliness of day, 
   To see the still seals only 
Solemnly lift their faces gray, 
   Making it yet more lonely? 
Is it not better than to hear 
Only the sliding of the wave 
Beneath the plank, and feel so near 
A cold and lonely grave, 
A restless grave, where thou shalt lie 
Even in death unquietly? 
Look down beneath thy wave-worn bark, 
   Lean over the side and see 
The leaden eye of the sidelong shark
      Upturnëd patiently, 
   Ever waiting there for thee: 
Look down and see those shapeless forms, 
   Which ever keep their dreamless sleep 
   Far down within the gloomy deep, 
And only stir themselves in storms, 
Rising like islands from beneath, 
And snorting through the angry spray, 
As the frail vessel perisheth 
In the whirls of their unwieldy play; 
   Look down! Look down! 
Upon the seaweed, slimy and dark, 
That waves its arms so lank and brown, 
      Beckoning for thee! 
Look down beneath thy wave-worn bark 
      Into the cold depth of the sea! 
   Look down! Look down! 
      Thus, on Life's lonely sea, 
      Heareth the marinere 
      Voices sad, from far and near, 
      Ever singing full of fear, 
      Ever singing dreadfully. 

   Here all is pleasant as a dream; 
The wind scarce shaketh down the dew, 
The green grass floweth like a stream 
         Into the ocean's blue; 
            Listen! Oh, listen! 
Here is a gush of many streams, 
   A song of many birds, 
And every wish and longing seems 
Lulled to a numbered flow of words,— 
            Listen! Oh, listen! 
Here ever hum the golden bees 
Underneath full-blossomed trees, 
At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned;— 
So smooth the sand, the yellow sand, 
That thy keel will not grate as it touches the land; 
All around with a slumberous sound, 
The singing waves slide up the strand, 
And there, where the smooth, wet pebbles be 
The waters gurgle longingly, 
As if they fain would seek the shore, 
To be at rest from the ceaseless roar, 
To be at rest forevermore,— 
         Forevermore. 
      Thus, on Life's gloomy sea, 
      Heareth the marinere 
      Voices sweet, from far and near, 
      Ever singing in his ear, 
      "Here is rest and peace for thee!"

(The Sirens - by James Russell Lowell)

Wednesday 9 April 2014

The meaning of forever

William Russel Flint: The beautiful and unmerciful daughter of the king

Time's not what I am told it is
More pain and suffering, it gives
It's one more thing among all I cannot weather
This game nobody ever won
And it's so useless to dream on
For nothing stands in the meaning of forever

Been spending most of this life with ease
Mating my heartaches with your needs
But even paired souls are condemned to dissever

When the days were washed up by the color of your eyes
All these feelings went away
And I meant it when I said I wish that you could stay
Till forever and a day

And life's not what I'm told it is
The more I share the less it brings
A way to Eden that crawls you through the never
Is there a need to share a home
Or just the fear of being alone
Sweet lies define the meaning of forever

When the days were washed up by the color of your eyes
All these feelings went away
And I meant it when I said I wish that you could stay
Till forever and a day

Tuesday 1 April 2014