A song about a soldier and a fisherman.

This is a rough single mic recording of Jenni (The fisherman) and Alex (the fighter) workshopping a new song we wrote in Denmark.

We can't wait to hear Jon join us on it.

VERSE 1

Amidst waves and blades
And face down soldiers.
Brave young men that will grow no older

I first saw bubbles burst,
The surface broke,
Some call it fate

This place and time,
Fierce and tired,
In the tide I met the fighters gaze

CHORUS

Jenni:
Yeah
Every little fig must claim a wasp
I’ll lay down my wings, I’ll pay the cost


VERSE 2

In the dark there is a light on
He will cast his line
And I will fight on
Battles that rage all night long
In the morning I will call for him

You were strange and funny
Kind eyes and two feet on the ground.
I’m Hammer and bone,
I’m Sword and stone,
I’m Glory in tomes,
But I’m flesh and I’m blood with you.


CHORUS

Alex:
Yeah
Every little fig must claim a wasp
I’ll lay down my wings, I’ll pay the cost
Jenni:
Every little fig needs a wasp to lose its wings
Life springs (again) at what a cost



BRIDGE 1

We were just strangers, honey (Jon’s line)
When I washed up to you
Ain’t it funny how the years roll on

I woke among the reindeer honey,
I rolled over, you were gone

Oh how the years drag on.


BRIDGE 2

If you go fish at midnight
You might just stumble upon…

The golden fish they sing of
In the old mountain songs.

It’ll steal your sight
To sell your soul.

Stumbling blind,
I followed it home

Or so I thought


BRIDGE 3

Years of drinking led me here
Years of sinking in my fear

Now I only raise my blade
For a meal and a gardeners wage

Yeah, years of drinking led me here.


QUEST GIVER

Well you could hear that table from miles away.
Spinning fishermans fables, catch of the day.

The captain catches my ear,
I lean a little closer.

Another rowboat disappeared,
Yo ho, I buy this man another rum and soda.

God damn man, well I guess I’m getting sober


VERSE 3

Cos I’m a fighter after all,
I’m a fighter after all.

Watch your back, mountain, buckle up, and start counting
down your days till the end,
I am rage, I’m revenge


CHORUS x 2

Alex:
Yeah
Every little fig must claim a wasp
I’ll lay down my wings, I’ll pay the cost
Jenni:
Every little fig needs a wasp to lose its wings
Life springs (again) at what a cost

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