Dear Imprisoner

Fade out
Think of the men who were lost to the sea
Feeling the pulse of the waves washing in
And remember they drowned in the night

Breathe out
Joining the breeze of a thousand at peace
Swirling through streets of a city that dreams
And remember what hides in the night

Walk out
Wander the sands while the Bedouins sleep
Feed on the warmth of the ashes they leave
And remember it cools in the night

Ride on, ride on
Step on the land of the wonderful green
Silence the words and forget what they mean
And remember they died in the night

Look to the stars and remember they say
Night will fade every hour and torment the day

Sculptures

In The Night

The last work-in-progress version of Dear Imprisoner before I released it.

See https://soundcloud.com/vacantsundays/dear-imprisoner for the released version.

Dear Imprisoner (demo 4)

The third work-in-progress version of Dear Imprisoner.

See https://soundcloud.com/vacantsundays/dear-imprisoner for the released version.

Dear Imprisoner (demo 3)

Dear Imprisoner (demo 2)

The very first demo of Dear Imprisoner.

See https://soundcloud.com/vacantsundays/dear-imprisoner for the released version.

Dear Imprisoner (demo 1)

We must be running out of heroes of the everyday Absurd
Who count their lashes in the mirror celebrating every one
And name the trees that line the windows on the Monday morning train
And feed their secrets to the seagulls in a language they create

When nothing ever has a meaning
They know meaning can be found anywhere

It seems absurd to be gifted and condemned
To find love in this way
And to dance to songs that no-one hears

Boulder is bound to roll down and I'll be there to lift it
Boulder is bound to roll down and I will follow when it falls

I walked among the rows of statues and quotations on the floor
I heard the sculptor and his theory of how Sisyphus is happy after all
His every gesture was unreal, like an actor screaming backwards every line

It seems absurd to be gifted and condemned
To find love in this place
And to write a song that no-one hears

Absurd

Tell me daughter what hurts the most
Is it the sting of my chisel or your birth from the stone?

From you place on the floor
Will you gaze at me with love and respect or bitter hate for my work?

Are you there all along?
Do I struggle to uncover your figure or summon your ghost?

Are you carved out of me?
In your eyes will I be smaller and smaller, and then disappear?

The world is full of marble people
I lay them side by side

I built them all because I'm lonely
Because I am good at that

Tell me daughter why do you think
I bring you out of the marble then back into dust?

Lay your head on the floor
It's just the end of our friendship at the hands of my love

Are you there all along?
Do I struggle to forget you existed or unlock your ghost?

So tell me darling what hurts the most
Is it the sting of my chisel, or to know that we're done?

The world is full of broken people
I lay them side by side

I built them all because I'm lonely 
Because I'm built like that

They come at night and leave me when they please
Like waves in open sea
They tell me tales in secret alphabet
Then have no use for me

Vacant Sundays