Monday 3 February 2014

STORM IN MUXIA

Planning on recording this personal favourite whenever mother nature stops cancelling every session I book--actually, I suppose it's delightfully ironic in a way..


I’m frightened by the storm in Muxia
I feel you in the wind but I can’t see ya
Is that you over there in your Alvaiazere chair
or is it just a rocking stone on the shoreline?

Dark churning skies bring panic, pain and cold
My hands and feet are frozen to the bone
I call out loud and clear, but there’s no one left to hear
for the pilgrims are returning to the Camino

Behold a women singing in the tempest!
In her hand she holds the magic comb of gold
She wears a crown and jewelled dress, and yes, I know the rest
She’s not a princess or a lover, she’s just a killer

Her flaming hair is burning up the dark night
Her narcotic diamond voice leaves me breathless
I offer wine and bread, she takes my heart instead
That’s just the price for her beauty and her treasure

But I can not choose to turn down this seduction
or the miracle of honesty in her shelter
So I’ll spend my very last breath, with her on the Coast of Death
Go ahead - judge me one more time, if you remember

I’m frightened by the storm in Muxia
I feel you in the wind but I can’t see ya
Is that you over there in your Alvaiazere chair
Or is it just a rocking stone on the shoreline?

UPDATE-- Song  recorded Feb.16, 2014.

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