Elana Gurland & Hannah White: Vocals
Nathan Hardy: Lyrics and Guitar
A retelling of the dreams of the Biblical Old Testament figure, Salome; told inevitably in the contemporary as the story is sung and formed from personal experience. The Story is meant to intertwine and cross at points with the following song, John the Baptist, focusing on their relationship in the contemporary. Recorded once, in one take, with mistakes left in because nothing real is perfect, and no one speaks sings or reads like that anyway... Anyway, a retelling, I hope you enjoy...
Heres the Lyrics to go with it:
She meets me in her dreams,
met first, in a dream of a night,
a night of carnal destruction,
suddenly halted when,
she says to me, quite timidly,
'no one's ever got my name before'
little realising, I said 'gotten', and as I gather from your friends and their french accents, most strangers in your life have heard it pronounced, saaaall-ooomaayyyee, and thus the reference, perhaps slightly diluted, perhaps this accounts somewhat?'
but I said it suited, and you laughed, and we walked, as I was going the same direction.
Two foreigners in a strangers lands, both of us there,
Her, next to old street church, and I, in her dream.
She said I always feel like a i'm not from anywhere,
I said I know just what you mean,
for we are the strands that dreams are woven of,
and I a, man of earth, and she, a daughter of the universe,
And I questioned my place, in what was her dream,
and I looked into your eyes, and saw embers.
And you, ever dreaming and inclined to the feeling, asked if one was ever not dreaming,
seeming the moment is ever defined, and the forever future never underlined,
thus being forever sublime- is it too much to wonder why we get caught up in time, in the the now, not the then, she paused for a moment then her lips opened again,
Embrace it, she said.
so I did.
And since i'm no saint in the moment,
I talked of Jhon, she said, 'what's done's, done,
I said memory's not Dunn,
surely forever remembered, vibrant, you were silent,
so I left it at that, your eyes flamed as I blew on the fire.
I said , surely if this is a dream, it could just as easily not be raining?
You told me you couldn't dream of anything better, you needed everything possible to cool you down,
I said come to the forests,
come sit in the spray of the sea,
come sleep with bark beneath you and moss at your head,
and you said,
that you could never dream of something you hadn't experienced,
I said affluently, that if she had never imagined me, then imagine it so,
and she said to go, then, and meet to me here, and there, we will be, together,
and so we talked, forever of pages, and their ages, and the rain.
And their pain, thoroughly soaked through to the moment,
somehow I had actually read every book you mentioned, only in dreams,
and talked reams to you words, I heeded and drew meaningful discussion into
you, both name and accent,
but you said, its not normally an accent,
I realise now I didn't know what you meant.
so wait... you never imagined me, so I am formed from your experience, and I am here, on your night, of what was carnal destruction,
you can only dream your experience and you have never experienced anything other than this, so it has to be it seems, said I, and I swear I saw a tear at her eye,
as she slit my throat, just like any old jhon,
just that people don't die in dreams they merely sit,
and wait, from the nape, the ever rounding rubys slide toward the lip,
and patters from the platters smattering, still resounding,
drip, drip, drip.