Light of the Goddes , acoustic cover

Abriendo Los Caminos

Agua de Luz

“The Sway” is a quiet reckoning set to music. Against the backdrop of a sinking ship, we witness fleeting portraits of dignity, denial, instinct, and quiet sorrow. Each person faces the inevitable in their own way — some with habit, others with poise, a few with a final breath of defiance. At the heart of it all stands a woman with a trumpet, holding steady as the world gives way beneath her. She doesn’t look for rescue. She simply plays — not to be heard, but to leave something behind.

The sway is more than the tilting deck — it’s the quiet pull between hope and surrender, memory and forgetting. If the sea remembers anything, let it be her final, fragile melody.

„The Sway“ ist eine leise Abrechnung in Liedform. Vor dem Hintergrund eines sinkenden Schiffs erleben wir flüchtige Porträts von Würde, Verdrängung, Instinkt und stiller Trauer. Jede Figur begegnet dem Unvermeidlichen auf ihre eigene Weise – manche mit Routine, andere mit Haltung, einige mit einem letzten Hauch Trotz. Im Zentrum steht eine Frau mit einer Trompete, die weiterspielt, während die Welt unter ihr zu kippen beginnt. Sie wartet nicht auf Rettung. Sie spielt – nicht um gehört zu werden, sondern um etwas zurückzulassen.

„The Sway“ ist mehr als das Schwanken des Decks – es ist das leise Pendeln zwischen Hoffnung und Aufgabe, Erinnerung und Vergessen. Und wenn das Meer etwas bewahrt, dann vielleicht ihre letzte, zerbrechliche Melodie.

The Sway

I see the iceberg shining white
Colder than the silver night
A man jumps over, no goodbye
Just a shadow cutting the sky

A child still clutches violin strings
Too small to know what silence brings
His mother pulls him, eyes like glass
They vanish down the staircase fast

And I keep my trumpet steady
While the deck begins to sway
I don’t look for rescue
I just play what I can play

A woman lights a cigarette
Smoke curls like a dark duet
Her eyes don’t blink, her hands don’t shake
She knows what’s coming, what’s at stake 

A man still ties his leather shoes
As if the morning train is due
His collar neat, his gaze withdrawn
He straightens up, and then he’s gone

And I keep my trumpet steady
While the deck is giving way
Every note reminds me
Of the life that slips away

The glasses slide across the bar
A single candle fights the dark
The flame leans sideways, holds its breath
It flickers once, then bows to death

And I keep my trumpet steady
While the deck forgets the day
If the sea remembers anything
Let it be the song I play

Let it be the song I play


The Sway

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Cœur en papier

The Birds Sing Your Name in the Trees Outside

04 - Tonatiuhtzintli Teomitotiyotl. La Sagrada Danza del Venerable Resplandeciente.

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Song written by Maisa Tikka

Vocals, Guitar: Maisa Tikka
Percussion: Keijo Koskenharju
Electric Guitar: Oula Susi
Bass: Masto Jaakko

Photo: Sander Burmeister

Recorded summer 2018 at Sound Medicine Studio Punavuori

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