Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Who Mourns Eos? - Thoughts and Lyrics






Nathaniel: There's been so much apocalyptic stuff in the news lately - global warming, war on terror, and genocide in those countries over there (which can, all too soon, turn into countries right here). After getting my daily dose of bad news on the internet I had to get out and go for a walk. Thankfully, there's a park near my house where the trees and critters are able to obscure the sights and most of the sounds of the city.

As I sat there I was reminded of a poem that I read many years ago: Sara Teasdale's There Will Come Soft Rains. Here's the text of the poem:

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
and swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools, singing at night,
and wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war,
not one
will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
of mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
could scarcely know that we were gone.

It was written in 1920 and was a direct result of the carnage of WWI.

In recent times, I've been thinking about where our species is going. Perhaps it won't be war that does us in. Perhaps it's the environment? The latest super-virus? Zombies? Aliens? These are things that aren't necessarily the result of someone pushing the button to launch the missile but are certainly things that we as a species really should be taking steps to ameliorate. Apparently, the US Government is already planning for a Zombie Apocalypse: http://www.stripes.com/news/us/the-pentagon-s-plan-to-stop-the-zombie-apocalypse-1.283263

It the nuclear dread of the 50's has turned into the ravening cannibal horde dread of the modern day.

An aside: if not for the bravery of one Russian soldier, we all would have died in a nuclear holocaust in 1983. Seriously. Check this link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanislav_Petrov. Scary as hell, that.

Anyway. I didn't mean for this song to be quite as dark as it is but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by it. If we disappear, the sun will still rise. The seasons with still cycle. And critters the world over will still live and, hopefully, thrive. Maybe we can pull our collective asses out of the fire. I remain hopeful.

When Alyssa sent me her first draft of the lyrics she included an iPhone recording of her singing the melody. I popped that into Cubase and it was so good I was just going to keep that as the final take for the album. Alas, we changed the words so we had to fly her to Seattle to have her record on a real mic.

Tempest: Nathan asked me to listen to a melody that he was working on, and what imagery I saw in it. The vision that came to mind as I listened was hazy, but strong morning light illuminating a large empty bed in room with open doors looking out to a similarly empty patio. Morning had come to an empty world, with no one to welcome it. In explaining this picture, I remembered one of Ray Bradbury's short stories I had read half a lifetime ago – of an electronic house in a post-apocalyptic time. Everything was still running as normal, but there was no one there left alive to witness it. Growing up in the era of the Cold War, I was keenly aware that that nuclear devastation loomed possibly just around the corner, and Bradbury's story embedded itself into my subconscious. As I described it, Nathan knew exactly which one I meant.

Alyssa: I am constantly in awe of how insignificant the human race is in the grand scheme of the universe, how we are just moments in time, though we desperately attempt to achieve immortality through what we build and what we destroy. The song started as a tune Nathan sent me and the chorus flowed rather easily….as I continued, the dichotomy of a childhood rhyme that has been linked (though incorrectly) to the black plague that killed a quarter of Europe’s population, seemed a natural fit. And of course, if you listen closely, I left a few easter eggs in the lyrics that are nods to Whedonesque philosophies. There is a vastness of space and we are screaming into the void, but who is left to hear us when we are ourselves are gone?

LYRICS:
Who mourns Eos?
Ring around the rosy
Light preceeds the sound
Flashes, Ashes
We all fall down

It’s raining, it’s raining on the home
Standing, still standing all alone
No crying, no crying can erase
The shadows that lie burned ‘cross it’s face.

Three
Two
One, we all fall down
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Who mourns Eos
Who mourns the dawn
Who cries for creation
When the ending's begun


Destruction in the birthing
Death in the morn
Here lies poor Eos
But who’s left to see the dawn

The bridges, the cities, tumbling down
The tides are all rising, soon they’ll drown
Flora and fauna move to reclaim
They’ll never think of the human race

Three
Two
One, we all fall down
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

A mad man, a trigger, missiles fly
No time for a question, time to hide
The mushrooms are growing, cloud the sun
There’s nowhere, there's nowhere, left to run

Three
Two
One, we all fall down
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Who mourns Eos
Who mourns the dawn
Who cries for creation
When the ending's begun


Destruction in the birthing
Death in the morn
Here lies poor Eos
But who’s left to see the dawn

A moment, a minute, all we are
And there is so much black 'tween the stars
The lesson left unlearned to survive
It’s much harder to live than to die

Three
Two
One, we all fall down
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust


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