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One of the songs of mine that I'm proudest of, the story of a fictional character wandering in a fictional desert. |
Credits: vocals, guitar, organ and drum programming by Ethan |
Lyrics
she walks for forty days
a speck of green in a blue-white haze
she's charmed, but still goes armed
so the bands of thieves let her pass unharmed
she squints up at the sun
it beats her eyes like a goatskin drum
her pack slips from her back
she rests and sings, and her oud sings back
the cries of desert birds
in her flatted fifths and minor thirds
reflect, and pay respect
to the dead, she offers up her words
the ground is cracked and hot
the roots of trees twist into knots
the dry mud is red like blood
that spilled so freely where the young men fought
she knows they fought for her
they called her queen, the caliph’s daughter, but with her
men dead, this young one fled
she had no way to stop their slaughter
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