Story Behind the Song
Lyrics- loosely translated from Indonesian poem by Meiriyanti Pinsent. Performed by Gerry Meister, guitar, vocal; Paul Rowe soprano sax, studio recording. Second take.
Lyrics
She's lonely,
Like she's hanging on a white cloud up above,
It never gathers to mist or rain or love,
She only feels like flying,
When the cold wind moves her,
When the cold wind blows.
People say she's like a fine wood carving,
Do they know her heart and soul are starving,
Can they truly understand
The pain the wood's endured at the carver's hand,
The hammer and the chisel and the carver's hand.
Sometimes she feels lost in the jungle, Sometimes she feels lonely in this party,
While her heart is tightly snared,
In complicated loves and desires.
In fact she really wants to run,
Yes she really wants to run,
She wants the breeze to blow much stronger,
To move the clouds behind her shoulder.
Only the wind knows
Her happiness and sorrows
The web of dreams that entangles her tomorrows
Her lonely journey's company,
No destination, only destiny
No destination, only destiny
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Gerry Meister
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