22 January 2017

Step Outside

In Madonna's speech at the Woman's March this week, she stated to her audience with several reiterations "we choose love." It got me contemplating on what the use of the word "love" means in such a context, and inspired me to write this song. I hope, however, that the words remain meaningful outside of one specific political situation. Sorry it's a bad recording--I have bad recording equipment. I personally think it would be much better with a female vocal accompaniment, a cello, and a flutist :)






Lyrics:
I embarked on a gallant quest
To the bottom of my soul
And all that I discovered was
What I already know
If you want to know the answers, son
Then you’ve chosen the wrong road
This one doesn’t take you very far

Step outside
You’ll be amazed by the things you see
When you step outside
Stop walking on your head and use your feet

If the problem’s not inside me
Then we need a new decree
So let’s erect our effigy
And go protesting in the streets
If this is what you fight for, son
Then you’ve chosen the wrong dream
Love is not a victory march

Step outside
You’ll be amazed by the things you see
When you step outside
Don’t be afraid for the truth to set you free

You’re walking on the water
But for me it’s sink or swim
I was looking for the answer
That was blowing in the wind
If you want to find love there, son
Then you’ve chosen the wrong friends
You’ll only find it inside My arms

Step outside
You’ll be amazed by the things you see
When you step outside
What a relief that the truth’s not inside me

Step outside
(Repeat)


-The Minstrel Boy


13 January 2017

A Prophecy for the Heavy of Heart

What with the whole earth turned towards the winter sky
On this side of paradise
The forests will echo with the wrong kind of laughter
For now. As green-faced elves hide in the night-shadows of the evergreen
Still one with the snow
The Saint, believing but not seeing, will almost despair
Falling on his knees and calling to those who see but do not believe
"Elves, dwarves, children of the spring-faced quarter
Come out, come out." A yearning that will ring out unheeded but not unheard
Not answered, but gilded and canonized into a yearning
Saved for later, another year, hour, day
When the sons of night will turn to face the Sun of Light
When the cloud of witnesses will uncloud their brows
And show their faces to Adam again.
But for now, like snow collecting on the slain
His appeal is cast into a triptych for another season
To serve as a reminder for those who are prone to forget
Except the wise and the desperate
But by then, there will be no difference.
Even if there was a snowflake that made no sound
When it came to the ground, no one would hear it.
It's not your fault, but the elves still think you could have done better.


09 January 2017

Born Again

Lord, I am buried by the weight of my sin
It hurts to think or lift my pen
My heart outstretches for a distant shore when
We will be born again.

A misty place, where footsteps tread
Without bodies to fill their stead
A land of spirits, but still, not dead
We will be born again.

A dragon by the pond undressed
Where morning and the night coalesce
And no sorrow left unconfessed
We will be born again.

O night, that tears and gnaws at me
And gives no respite for the weak
Your cunning claws claim not their meat
We will be born again.

I walk the path to you-know-where
I drink the dusty moonlight there
I breathe the air that we both share
And  we'll be born again.

O sing! for night, a thousand steps
Bleak, remain the fiends unmet
Swallowed is my sounding, yet
We will be born again!

Desperate, desperate, deeper still
Seeking some forbidden thrill
That can't be killed nor be fulfilled
But shout: we will be born again!

The morning greets my slumber here
Still and silent, like a deer
And lights the cross that bears my every tear
We will be born again.

I hear a song that chills the blood
The theme is so familiar, but
The strings are strung by springs that said
"They will be born again."