Musical Inspiration

I normally don’t post music on this blog, but below are some lyrics taken from one of Sander Kleinenberg’s live sets. Somehow they affect me on more than one level, they’re quite provocative. They give me a chill when heard in the context of the Sander’s live set, too, because they’re read aloud by a young girl.

It’s quiet now
And as I think my thoughts alone
I try to keep my head straight
But I think I’m too far gone
For in the silence
A truth rings even louder
A constant grinding, begging recognition of its power
Through its eyes I take the trip,
Destiny: the place
Of pain and pleasure absolute,
where sorrow has a face
A place of time, where spirit,
asked to stand and hold its ground,
has lost its equilibrium
and is slowly sinking down.

Down into the darkness
that the lack of will affords.
Down into the shadows,
past the junkies, past the whores.

Down into the mire,
suffocating all that lives
But if I say I care, I lie,
for I have no more left to give
Well I s’pose a hand would help.
Oh yeah there’s no-one here.
Guess that’s what I wanted.
Once again my greatest fear -

I just longed to hear a bird’s song
Just to let me know there’s light,
but as we all know
a songbird never sings its song at night.

But it’s quiet now.
A thought, a subtle image,
comes creeping round again.
A vision, clear as day
projects onto my lens.

If my little heart pounds in hope
for once all hope’s not lost,
but even as I try I find
the truth demands a cost
exacted from my soul,
my only means of recompense,
taken as a toll -
for even knowledge charges rent -
removed from me without consent.

I’m now a hole to fill,
compounded by the fact
that I hear the grinding still.
The darkness, sure and silent,
grows fast beyond my reach.
A ray of light has not a chance -
the shadows can’t be breached.
A fight ensues: and all is waged,
until the end has come.
A battle, pits the father against the son.

But now I ask the guide,
of this my final fate
as I’m lead into the sound,
I hear the closing of the gate.
The silence I once feared,
at last my final end.

The silence I once hated,
has become my only friend .

Again.

It’s quiet now