Lullaby

I have been nagged at recently about my forgetfulness regarding lyrics. Namely – I really ought to put them somewhere. So I’m going to put them here. When I remember. I’m not very keen on the idea of breaking them down – I think the whole point of a song lyric is to be a lean and lateral meditation on a subject, not something that unfolds as a logical argument.

So, the first in a sporadic series – Lullaby

Slipped scales, high to low,

A worn-out glove, an empty cell.

When we think of all we know

It’s strange the force of it’s so still.

And I know

That I don’t know

How you faded,

How I felt you go.

Stuttered out in common time,

It’s strange the force of it’s so still.

Some things we never think to know –

The sad sight of unbalanced scales.

And I know

That I don’t know

How you faded,

How I felt you go.

A worn-out glove, an empty cell

You fade away in common time.

Did we choose with our tongues stilled?

Did I choose to stay behind?

And I know

That I don’t know

How you faded,

How I felt you go.

And I know

That I don’t know

How it goes on

When I felt you go.

 

 

Performance recorded in 2010 – a new recording of this song will be included in the forthcoming album Ashes.