Some of Gnidrolog's lyrics
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Topic: Some of Gnidrolog's lyrics
Posted By: meurglys0
Subject: Some of Gnidrolog's lyrics
Date Posted: May 13 2009 at 06:54
I am simply amazed by the beautiful lyrics of Gnidrolog's first album In Spite of Harry's Toe-Nail. The lyrics of their second masterpiece, Lady Lake, seems to be much more simple, just as the music is, compared to the first album.
However two songs seem to be about specific stories or events... Ship and Lady Lake... Do you happen to know what these songs are about?
Thanks in advance for your replies.
Here are the lyrics:
SHIP
When the ship touched on the landing
They knew
Here to stay, promised day
Many years of aimless travelling
Were through
All those years
And they kissed the earth of the promised land
Never thinking that their sand was burning
And the sons of the sons of the sons
Found out
That the fire of the stars and the sands
Go out
And the sons of the sons of the sons
Found out
That the fire of the stars and the sands
Go out
All the remnants of the nation came soon
The old and worn and newly born
And they ploughed the people into the land
Sowed with love turned into mud
And they kissed the earth of the promised land
Never thinking that their sand was burning
And the sons of the sons of the sons
Found out
That the fire of the stars and the sands
Go out
And the sons of the sons of the sons
Found out
That the fire of the stars and the sands
Go out
LADY LAKE
Night, nothing near, nothing said, no one here
Loved once but ice to tears
Melted slowly, seasons greetings
Somehow turned to fear
Night, cold awake, swam away, Lady Lake
Free now white swan in flight
Breathless silence, sped to violence
Somehow turned to fear
Night, still I find dark procession slowly wind
Worm glow, lantern days death throes
Laughing jackal, sad hyena
Somehow turned to fear
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