Man-Made Music!

After a long intermission, Man-Made Music has returned. This song is the result of the time afforded by a much-needed Chinese New Year holiday break (and the benefit of living near my school’s band room and nice microphones!). Your comments and feedback are always more than welcome! Happy listening!

Fill Anew

The cold of it all will never shake away

With shivers that were meant for other places than today.

With black unblinking eyes she watched me sing upon my grave

In hopes that grace would maybe let me walk away.

O, skull; O, dew show me roses.

I care not for any color but crimson red.

Fill anew my brittle empty cup

And fill it full and fill it red

And let it spill upon my hands.

The frost that skirts my shoes is not a frost that melts or fades

But hardened callouses from scuffling frozen stones.

The brown beneath my nails is from the cold and ancient way

She bids me wallow ‘til the hardness touches bone.

O, skull; O, dew, show me roses.

I care not for any color but crimson red.

Fill anew my brittle empty cup

And fill it full and fill it red

And let it spill upon my hands.

Let mem’ry not betray the image you have left,

The issue of your heart on barren earth.

Her eyes must look away from full and perfect birth

And shivers that will shake the cold away.