The Music That Lives In Me
In the aftermath
When the dust is settled and silence restored
I can still hear your melody and recite each conversation word for word
What’s the use in a peace treaty,
a zip-lipped truce?
I’d rather burn down this whole city
than stand for this self-abuse
I will sing at the top of my lungs
and dance on these white-hot coals
So that everyone knows of your crimes
and your monosyllabic, pathetic excuse
In my own words
Things could have been much worse
Good riddance — phew, who knew!
Well I did, but I dived right in anyway
I have my own stupid excuses – there were other, mystical forces at play
But I got played in the end, how cruel, there was nothing I could do
Too soon was I trying to find the key on an instrument out of tune
How deep does the sound go?
How far does the echo fly?
When I said I did not know
I lied.
In memoriam
I am placing a wreath at the stage on the town square, my inglorious crematorium
The most beautiful flowers I’d put by your bedside for you in the morning
Windswept, in ashes, contorted in mourning
Look at all this
The dream, the dance, the diss
The divination, the desperation,
The weight of the feeling, its rise and deflation
Been running in circles, been running like hell
Looking for signs I wish I could spell
Farewell, farewell, I bow to thee
And all the things you failed to be
Not quite the sun,
not the moon,
nor earth,
nor boundless sea
And all that’s left is music
That lives in me
Her collaborators are videographer Zoran Rašić @lu.mes and composer Alex Nicholls @nothingtoseehere.music