Vincent van Gogh, Peasant Burning Weeds (1883). Accessed via Wikipedia.
Paradise Lost by Laura Fortes and Davide Di Ronco
(Intro)
Awaiting water from the sky
Feasting upon your lie
I am wasting time
On a foolish dream of mine
You said if flowers could cry
They’d be the source of their smile
I have drowned too many times
Now I can smell the rain on me
(Chorus)
Cuz I drew blood from a stone, gave flowers to a crone
Lit fire out of bone, I fed sinners to atone
Past stitched, and sown, No breath, no tone
Nothing to call my own
(2nd Verse)
I’m an organ donor without a spine
He tore out pieces to wear as pride
I filled my heart with swallowed tears
He kept on wasting another year
(Pre-chorus)
He made a rope out of hope tightly behind my back
Taught me dreaming, noose around my neck
(Chorus)
Cuz I drew blood from a stone, gave flowers to a crone
Lit fire out of bone, I fed sinners to atone
Past stitched, and sown, No breath, no tone
Nothing to call my own
(Verse 3/Bridge)Here comes the flood again
Watch it pour out of my face
A million thoughts that find no end
I can smell the rain on me
(End)
They say tears are the blood of our soul
All I had was rain in my eyes
Drowning my thoughts
Paradise Lost
Paradise Lost
Commentary:
Hello, is this still thing on? Well… I just went for milk and kind of got lost for a while. The last couple of months… well, even years have been quite hectic. Pandemic, studies, jobs and health all take their toll one way or another. Our apologies. Flame has been way more active than I have, but I haven’t been fully lazy. I’ve been working on music oddly enough! During my stay in the Netherlands for my Master’s, I had the great chance to meet a variety of awesome people. One of said people was the singer of this song. She composed the music and (obviously) sang it. I did not take private singing lessons, I am sorry… and let us be honest here, you sure as heck do not want to hear me sing.
The song talks about clinging onto impossible dreams whilst being fed hope. A hope that slowly drowns you and erodes you away. The song talks about doing the impossible to cling to a person who just keeps hurting you whilst you slowly forget yourself. You keep drowning your thoughts until you can smell the rain on yourself. I thought that one of the challenging aspects would be adapting the lyrics to a female main character, but I think we all suffer the same in the end. Nevertheless, it was a fun experience. As always, I tend to avoid oversaturated explanations since they kind of shape your own take on the art. Whereas, I believe that some beauty lies in whatever you bring to the table.
Finishing this project seems to have sparked a fire, somewhere something compels me to write a little more again. Let’s hope that it feels like meeting with an old friend again. Lost, out of sight, but never out of heart.
Lëtz Write 
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