I have a strange perception of moths and butterflies. After reading The Behaviour of Moths, and a few experiences, it's as though I think moths are 'bad' ghosts and butterflies are 'good' ones. This song is phenomenal. They created the sound to actually sound like beating moths' wings. It's simply brilliant.
Dear friend as you know
Your flowers are withering
Your mother's gone insane
Your leaves have drifted away
But the clouds are clearing up
And I've come reveling
Burning incandescently
Like a bastard on the burning sea
You're just like your father
Buried deep beneath the water
Your pressing on your laurel
Is stepping on my toes
Whose side are you on?
What side is this anyway?
Put down your sword and crown
Come lay with me on the ground
You come beating like moth's wings
Spastic and violently
Whipping me into a storm
Shaking me down to the core
But you run away from me
And you left me shimmering
Like diamond wedding rings
Spinning dizzily down on the floor
You're just like your father
Buried deep beneath the water
You're pressing on your laurel
Is stepping on my toes
Whose side are you on?
What side is this anyway?
Put down your sword and crown
Come lay with me on the ground
Your flowers are withering
Your mother's gone insane
Your leaves have drifted away
But the clouds are clearing up
And I've come reveling
Burning incandescently
Like a bastard on the burning sea
You're just like your father
Buried deep beneath the water
Your pressing on your laurel
Is stepping on my toes
Whose side are you on?
What side is this anyway?
Put down your sword and crown
Come lay with me on the ground
You come beating like moth's wings
Spastic and violently
Whipping me into a storm
Shaking me down to the core
But you run away from me
And you left me shimmering
Like diamond wedding rings
Spinning dizzily down on the floor
You're just like your father
Buried deep beneath the water
You're pressing on your laurel
Is stepping on my toes
Whose side are you on?
What side is this anyway?
Put down your sword and crown
Come lay with me on the ground
4 comments:
Oh, I love that song.
MMM such a great song!
I still remember a mother in a book who told us that white butterflies are the souls of napping children.
I used to think that moths were the animals I was most like. In some ways, still.
Amazing song!
I find moths and butterflies really intriguing. I used to think of them as tiny kites, when I was younger.
And ahh, thankyou for that sweet comment. I've never thought about submitting any of my pieces to a magazine, though the thought is both terrifying and exciting, to me!
For now, I'll just keep every piece I've done. I think I'd like to be a part-time writer when I'm older, or something of the sort. I'm so terribly indecisive, haha.
I hope you have a great week,
xxx
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