Vivien Turner - Fold Your Hands (...)
Mar 31, 2023 3:43:25 GMT
Post by ggabxxi on Mar 31, 2023 3:43:25 GMT
Vivien Turner volta com seu segundo álbum de estúdio:
"Fold your hands, child
for you walk like a peasant.
For your needs are wild
and your flesh, unpleasant.
For your heart is full
of none other than mistrust
and your chest’s closed doors
show nothing but heavy rust.
For your mind seems free
but its truth is just weakness
and your motives seem deep
but they’re shallow, I am witness.
For your will is so rarefied
you leave ladies convalescent
so fold your hands, child.
You’ll forever walk like a peasant."
Nele, ela expressa por meio de muitas referências literárias e metáforas, com músicas por vezes modernas mas sempre inspiradas no imaginário medieval, suas ideias e sentimentos sobre eventos que causaram grandes sentimentos nela, com temas variando entre traição, perdão, amizade e a falta dela devido a palavras venenosas.
1. Fold Your Hands, Child (Intro)
2. Broken Stories
A song that also features the introduction instrumentals, but now longer. It is some kind of closure on The Cocoon And The Butterfly matters. A song about life and death, not simply sad but surely with great blue undertones.
Now my only company are the worms
and my body has no form
Now that I’m under the ground with no choice
Will you try to hear my voice?
Through the green fields
and the power that it yields
I’m calling from behind the grave
The right to speak is what I crave
The strength to be just brave
Listen
We have death coming in tides
of little pain
No good things come towards one who hides
of the life train
I recall of my posthumous memories
No grace, no peace
No soft sheep fleece
No joyful diaries
And from seven palms under ground
I hear no sound
but of when I was drowned
for the tragedies I found
Because all I knew in my life
is broken stories
unnecessary strifes
for life’s a lot of quarries
And broken stories
are my life’s glories
3. Maiden, Mother and Crone
A song about the cycle of life and about what stays of us once we are no more physically present. Also, an ode to the great Hekate.
On the greenest crest
a girl unrepressed
drying teardrops off of her dress
With the grief, flushing cheeks and darkened eyes
An elderly woman
laying on a rose bed
and all the waves and seeds and scrolls
she left
Even if my
soul will someday fade out
The tree of life
still has roots underground
Cause you and I
we’re meant to be maiden, mother and crone
The crest goes brown, the elder’s gone and the girl says farewell to both
and there’s no more salty tears on her cloth
Waterfalls will move on
even if it breaks down stones
stones
Even if my
soul will someday fade out
The tree of life
still has roots underground
Cause you and I
we’re meant to be maiden, mother, crone
(Ooh, Ooh, Aah, Aah)x2
Even if my
soul will fade out
Still you and I
we’re meant to be maiden, mother, crone
(Ooh, Ooh, Aah, Aah)x2
4. A Woman's Sin
A reflection about how ageism is specially cruel on women, how women of age are submitted to lack of appreciation and love.
A heart lined with gold
it is quite beautiful but still so cold
as if spring won’t let winter’s hands
I wish to hold
my love like the tide’s hold by the moon glow
as if there was never a man
And the stars
in my eyes
they should never fade away
burn to ashes, be the darkest gray
I will not be my own prey
Ooh
Goddamn
I let my self cry only like grown women
conjure a strand
Never break but bend when I can
Oh
I hold
my tongue and my so tired hands I fold
it burns my skin
that a woman's sin
is the daring of getting old
I wish to know
why's heralded this pesky prophecy
of female misery
Candles I blow
year after year with no dignity
a feeling of atrocity
Ooh
Goddamn
I let my self cry only like grown women
conjure a strand
Never break but bend when I can
Ooh
I hold
my tongue and my so tired hands I fold
it burns my skin
that a woman's sin
is the daring-
All because I spinned the wheel
Have not we signed a deal
before your lips were marred with guilt?
A counterfeit philosophy
for you to call apostrophe
when gray too becomes her hair of gilt?
A heart lined with gold
grasp on to feelings that can be quite broad
for you to persist on our road
Our candle I'll blow
if our boat is stuck dead with no wind flow
and my fate's desolation row
Ooh
Goddamn
I let my self cry only like grown women
conjure a strand
Never break but bend when I can
Ooh
I hold
my tongue and my so tired hands I fold
it burns my skin
that a woman's sin
is the daring of getting old
the daring of getting old
Oh yeah
I was there
when their treatment of you wasn't fair
you know I was there
against their mean glare
And yeah
I was there
before you even earned your chair
was I only there
as something you wear?
Ooh
I hold
my tongue and my so tired hands I fold
it burns my skin
that a woman's sin
is the daring of getting old
getting old
ooh
the daring of getting old
oh
5. Euthymia
Euthymia is about feeling some sense of tranquility and balance after getting rid of something that, even If greatly loved by you, was still somewhat hurtful.
Fold your hands, child
for you walk like a peasant.
For your needs are wild
your flesh, unpleasant.
Fold your hands, child
for you walk like a peasant
and your flesh is unpleasant
Come, ol' lord
let it be the end
our love will
never be the same
There's no proscenium
for us to pretend
let past heaven end
I now know
what you to me are
you meant all
but euthymia
Exception is foe
to eternity
of felicity
Fold your hands, child
for you walk like a peasant.
For your needs are wild
your flesh, unpleasant.
Fold your hands, child
for you walk like a peasant
and your flesh is unpleasant
Fold your hands, child
for you walk like a peasant.
For your needs are wild
your flesh, unpleasant.
Fold your hands, child
for you walk like a peasant
and your flesh is unpleasant
Euthymia, oh
I summon thee for my heart
Euthymia, oh
him and I must be apart
Queen of blue
you are not alone
you must never
feel on your own
Black tears once
fell from your eyes
it is not surprise
But winter freed
the spring's hands
there are foes
there are also friends
You should know
you must trust the time
for it will heal your mind
Fold your hands, child
for you walk like a peasant.
For your needs are wild
your flesh, unpleasant.
Fold your hands, child
for you walk like a peasant
and your flesh is unpleasant
Euthymia, oh
I summon thee for my heart
Euthymia, oh
him and I must be apart
♫
6. Two Rivers
It is a song about how some things can lead to two different results depending on one's perspective, discernment and decisions.
(Oh, Oh)
When the mist is dark, the water is poisoned and the world feels apart
my brothers and sisters come to comfort my heart
When mine is the worry of being somehow different of my ancient
I remember my mother’s saying “two rivers can have the same affluent”
When I face treason from the man to whom I was sworn
My sisters’ are the fathomless cuts, the irreducible swords
And when the eyeless girl that stands beside him wakes up from the nightmare
mine will be the hands to help, the mouth to say he’s unfair
(A-ah, Ah)
(A-ah, Ah)
And when the eyeless girl becomes a woman with fine vision
I hope she sees the dark mist far before she faces treason
For I too was once the eyeless girl before I could finally see
We were two rivers with the same affluent, he’s shallow, I became the sea
7. Queen of Ashes
A song about a sad situation I found myself in that cost me a friendship simply because of a third party's vile voice. The third party is the horrendous sensationalist media.
Where dreams end and madness begin
is somewhere right under your skin
All the soil you marred with your fire
makes consequences to be dire
No queen should bury their past princess
they are like for a book an index
But your past princess is a mess
I hope someday you will confess
You're queen of ashes
you burned all your love away
your hate made your heart a prey
You're queen of ashes
now of ghosts you are afraid
but you know I would've stayed
still your mate
The voices who told you I’m your end
think of them as all but your friends
I’d beg you to forget me not
but the good in me you forgot
It’s hard to see you that was once wise
fall to the tyrants over time
I hope someday you restore your core
I don’t want to see no more
You as queen of ashes
you burned all your love away
your hate made your heart a prey
You're queen of ashes
now of ghosts you are afraid
but you know I would've stayed
still your mate
(Ooh)
You’re afraid
You’re your own prey
but I’ll stay
8. Watercolor
Watercolor is a song about giving things their pertinent names. It is my own female rage anthem. It is a side of me never seen before. A side full of the hatred I allowed myself to summon once.
‘Tis written on the stars
you will not ever be happy
You have made in my heart a black scar
you will not ever be happy
One needs someone that will warn who one is
I tell you you’re only a narcissist
A childish soul
Sooner than late will get old
but you will never grow
You’ll never meet your version that’s the best
‘Tis the only hex I shall manifest
You’re blind but not a sage
You have built your own cage
when you awakened my rage
The blood red and the solitude blue don’t
don’t make it watercolor
The blood red and the solitude blue don’t
don’t make it watercolor
And we were red as if it was war season
You’re desertion and treason
I was never the reason
Hell hath no fury like me in battle
we have combat to settle
Siren-like screams in between my lips
hidden blades round my hips
fire in my tongue’s tip
Is it your silver lining?
even a traitor can be charming
One needs someone that will warn who one is
I tell you you’re only a narcissist
A childish soul
Sooner than late will get old
but you will never grow
You’ll never meet your version that’s the best
‘Tis the only hex I shall manifest
You’re blind but not a sage
You have built your own cage
when you awakened my rage
The blood red and the solitude blue don’t
don’t make it watercolor
The blood red and the solitude blue don’t
don’t make it watercolor
The blood red and the solitude blue don’t
don’t make it watercolor
The blood red and the solitude blue don’t
You’ll never see light in what you marred
You’ll never see light in what you marred
You’ll never see light in what you marred (Oh)
You’ll never see light in what you marred (Oh)
(one is
I tell you you’re only a narcissist)
(A childish soul
Sooner than late will get old
but you will never grow)
You’ll never see light in what you marred
You’ll never see light in what you marred
You’ll never see light in what you -
9. Arda Marred
A song about a mind that was marred by demons to think against me. The words "Arda Marred" come from the great, talented author J. R. R. Tolkien's terminology and in general, defines a world once perfectly and beautifully built that was marred by pure evil.
Kindred spirits
it felt we were from the same tree
but you were fire
and I was the sea
It is not our fault
the way our worlds collide
still all your fears
to me you can confide
It’s time to stop crying like a newborn
We can be more than maculate torn
for the ending days it’s enough to mourn
the sun will always come from night to morn
Arda marred
is your mind
but to me there’s no maculation
in reaching sight
Arda marred
in your heart
there is never need for you
to flee so far
(A-Ah)
(A-Ah)
Arda, arda, arda marred
Arda, arda, arda marred
(A-Ah)
(A-Ah)
Arda, arda, arda marred
Arda, arda, arda marred
Archers hired
designed bounty hunt
but we are warriors
your blade you can blunt
Fetch your black dress
if you'll still lament
but you have power
to make the dark end
It’s time to stop crying like a newborn
We can be more than maculate torn
for the ending days it’s enough to mourn
the sun will always come from night to morn
Arda marred
is your mind
but to me there’s no maculation
in reaching sight
Arda marred
in your heart
there is never need for you
to flee so far
(A-Ah)
(A-Ah)
Arda, arda, arda marred
Arda, arda, arda marred
(A-Ah)
(A-Ah)
Arda, arda, arda marred
Arda, arda, arda marred
10. The Wheel
An advice-like song for those who wish to forget someone loved and lost in which the poetic persona is, indeed, the lost person speaking to the one that lost them, presenting a reference to Life Locomotive, my own song from The Cocoon And The Butterfly.
Oh, I’m stuck in your head
Don’t dare to lie on your bed
Don’t think of when you had
me or you may just turn mad
You loved me the most
but my beloved, all love has a cost
because now all I am is a ghost
your heart is a hard frost
Cause what the wheel gives
the wheel will take
what the wheel lights
the wheel will fade
Without any motive
a locomotive
What the wheel gives
the wheel will take
what the wheel lights
the wheel will fade
Time’s a construction
followed by destruction
(mmh)
There’s a light you still can’t see
Life has its own travesties
Soon your fragile mind I will leave
and you’ll have peace when you sleep
I’m in all your songs
what takes you so long?
I know that you are strong
don’t prove me wrong
Darling, the memory of me
will only make you bleed
you know I’m down the abbey
just in case you need
What the wheel gives
the wheel will take
what the wheel lights
the wheel will fade
Without any motive
a locomotive
What the wheel gives
the wheel will take
what the wheel lights
the wheel will fade
Time’s a construction
followed by destruction
The way you’re living’s killing you so bad
Don’t ever think I’m not a shadow overhead
You shall throw my face in flames and let it burn
I left you by my grace, darling, now it’s your turn
What the wheel gives
the wheel will take
what the wheel lights
the wheel will fade
Without any motive
a locomotive
What the wheel gives
the wheel will take
what the wheel lights
the wheel will fade
Time’s a construction
followed by destruction
What the wheel gives
the wheel will take
what the wheel lights
the wheel will fade
Without any motive
a locomotive
What the wheel gives
the wheel will take
what the wheel lights
the wheel will fade
Time’s a construction
followed by destruction
11. Claire
A tribute song for my eternal best friend, Claire Dyan, also known as Banshee.
Oh, there are Claire red stains
down the dark asphalt
Once there was strain
once there was Jane
where lies her death’s fault
There is Claire over
little metal pearls
flesh of the brave
flesh that made waves
where lived her own good world
And where was all the unfair
is where you’d always find Claire
Now there’s Claire in my heart
There’s my longing
there’s my crying
a northern star
I’ll bring roses
until life closes
all these places full of her deep scars
and all the roads where Claire broke all her guitars
🎶
There’s still Claire right here
over my sofa
where she’d write songs
that made me strong
and still strong am I so far
There’s still fragments of
Claire’s sweet mind
where they belong
her contribution
and her kindness intertwined
And where was all the unfair
is where you’d always find Claire
Now there’s Claire in my heart
There’s my longing
there’s my crying
a northern star
I’ll bring roses
until life closes
all these places full of her deep scars
and all the roads where Claire broke all her guitars
(Oh, oh)
And Claire was never enough
for them, she’s never enough
for me, she’s always enough
my sister’s always enough
Oh, there will always be
Claire in our dreams
of a good world
on wings of a bird
or strings of a lifestream
There will always be
Claire down the path
we’re all gonna take
and we’re all gonna break
down all that Claire made
12. Renegade
What you didn’t tell no one
you could always tell me
Do you think of what we were
what we could’ve been?
When you took that photo
of me by our tree
Do you remember?
You said you never felt more free
Oh, I told you we were twin flames
dancing out on the wild
For the world, you’re the man
For me, still just a child
Like you were my Shahryar
I’d tell you stories at night
One thousand and one
until we saw sunlight
I wouldn’t keep you stuck
I’d always let you roam
Cause I’d always count on you
to know your way back home
(Oh, oh, oh)
I see my ugliest demons
against me they rise
Do you ever feel shame
seeing teardrops fall down my eyes?
Could it be
that a king
turned into
a renegade?
Oh, for all of those times
I would meet you at dawn
You’d put on your brown hat
I had my white dress on
Everyone’s out here for you
when you are singing out loud
but I’d still be there when
your burden becomes the crowd
And I’d follow the pace of your song
I was just so wrong
To trust the strength of your will
for the way you made me feel
And you will never even forget
You’re cursed to regret
How you could not bear to grow
and lost the greatest one you know
And how you always said you would stay
but you still drove me away
I’m running up this hill
but you can see I’m standing still
And when you try to find me again
I’ll lament your pain
but I’ll be above it all
Dead at summer, alive at fall
But I won’t keep you stuck
even if you built all your land
with water all around
on the merciless sand
You’ll keep coming back again
to when you were here
you were playing me a song
while I was holding up your beer
I never
thought of you
as what you are
a renegade
I might be a contradiction
The strong woman that cries
The alive woman that dies
The emotive woman that is wise
But you are
what you are
a magnificent
renegade
(Oh, Oh)
Was it ever something I lacked?
maybe you always wanted out
or maybe you’re just another Judas
I’d never known about
Open the gate
there it goes
on his mount
the renegade
Don’t you dare tell me
I’m to blame for our last breath
when you were always the one
to chase the road to our death
With violent steps
and your rusty chest
you’re nothing but
a, ah, ah
This is the last time
I’ll spend rhymes
the last time
I’ll let you into my mind
(and someday you’re gonna find)
You were the one lost
but I payed the cost
so now won’t you toss
the blame over the bridge you cross
while I’m frozen by your frost?
The red signs you’ve given
were never listened
But was I ever someone
less than sufficient
when you’re the one reminiscent?
Do you see you’ve created an ocean?
there are blue waves
between us in motion
gone with them your devotion
You heard the song I had only sang to just a few
dined at the same table my blood dined to
Nothing was ever worth for all the risks that you take
but all bodies with no poise are
bodies bound to break
It's the real world
no one cares if you’re alone
no one stops to hear your
sweet melodious tone
You were lucky you had someone
to love you in the long run
I would’ve made you
my stars, my moon and my sun
And someday you will miss
the one who counted every hour
the one who had the power
to make sweet of all your sour
You’ll wish you’d not became
this unheroic
renegade
And maybe someday you
will even see
you just feared losing us
when you’d already lost me
and when you had me close
you weren’t this lonesome old
renegade
Masquerade
You’re unmade
you’re a renegade
Undismayed
serenade
you’re a renegade
Retrograde
Unafraid
you’re nothing but
a renegade
And I would forever be your best friend
until the end
But you signed the deal to turn me into your future past
I swear before the shining moon
Anytime soon
You’ll see all your wishes required we would last
It hurts to see a long love end again
but what’s the use of rose seeds on a barren land?
And on the grounds covered in sand
only the thorniest tough trees will stand
but you’ll see my desert rose survived
the endless winter in your heart
I’m forever your deadly nightshade
and you’re my
renegade
I’m your posthumous memoirs
and you’re my
renegade
You’re a self made
unfortunate
renegade
You’re a self made
unfortunate
beautifully wretched
renegade, renegade
(renegade)
unlucky
renegade, renegade
(renegade)
sorrowful
renegade, renegade
You’re a self made
unfortunate
beautifully wretched
renegade, renegade
unlucky
renegade, renegade
(renegade)
sorrowful
renegade, renegade
(…)
