Sometimes grief can be so overwhelming, this tragedy of wanting to turn back time, especially to the lost of a great love. This is a sad song about wanting the impossible to happen. 

Oxygen

I looked down at my sister her face was yellow
She had been lying on the porch for the first part of spring
I was to pour milk over her eyes put mushrooms into her ears
And sprinkle pine dust over her body

Mother and I picked up her body which was lying on a door
So it would not fall apart
Father turned on Mozart and sunshine floated backwards toward
The chickens who danced very slowly in perfect rhythm

The phone rang and Magpies descended down upon the house
We love you we love you come back
You are alive
Wake wake wake wake wake wake wake wake

I gave a half nod and picked up my sister who started to fall apart in my arms
Shit it's not working but it was too late
Pink lambs leaped across the field into the yard
Surrounding the shit of a mess that was my sister

Give Her Back I screamed
But to no avail as I gasped my last breath
Of Oxygen

Oxygen

S F H music Auckland, New Zealand

Poet • Performer • Lyricist • Composer

Stephen Hollins is a New Zealand-born Renaissance artist whose four-decade career spans many genres of theatre, opera, improvisation, performance, poetry, writing and music. He transforms his poetry into songs blending psychology, performance, innovation and technology to create emotionally resonant and meaningful music.

His latest project, "Breakfast with Jung," is a groundbreaking multimedia collection exploring Carl Jung's psychological concepts through poetry and music—transforming a 400-page manuscript of 135 poems into a nine-album/chapter series that makes depth psychology accessible through an intimate musical and poetical journey toward the authentic Self that mirrors Jung's work.
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