A day of non productive real work. Weather kind of blowy and the sun comes out occasionally.
Morning - putting further touches upon the Song - "Fatal tastes of Strawberry".
Started as a random comment from a player after the battle. Seemed a little poetic and meaningless but if you have ever met Lug of the Fir Cruthen - that would be about it.
Started with strange chords - and formed a sort of spoken chorus... and then started seeing what would rhyme with Strawberry.. found a few lines forming ...
The image then came to mind of a Tapestry hanging from a darkened old room - and the Forest upon the Tapestry holds the image of a girl - and the song started.....
Finished the song and found a few corrections - sort of harps back to the style of Leonard Cohen - with shades of Kris Kristofferson in part of the chord progressions - but it is mainly a word craft - every syllable used - and repetition of the rhyming...
Later found a picture to represent the Tapestry and inserted it in Photo Shop and added the textures - then put the girl into the tapestry - to complete the picture...
The tapestry can be seen in many places - that is the magic of the Tapestry -
The Tapestry - (May 2012)
She sat in the finest weave of the tapestry
Sewing dreams that only blind poets see
Lost in the dust of last winters forestry
Tempting, teasing, tortuous destinies...
The Stitches of time were unravelling slowly
Sewing dreams that only blind poets see
Lost in the dust of last winters forestry
Tempting, teasing, tortuous destinies...
The Stitches of time were unravelling slowly
The weft of her tears told the sorrowful story
She hung from the loom with silent anxiety
"Fatal" she said .. tastes of Strawberry...
"Revenge" she whispered "always tastes Bitter Sweet
Clean is the freshness of realised destiny
Lips are cold - hearts won't beat
Fatal tastes of Strawberry"
There 'tween the branches with leafy divinity
Long golden tresses give hope for futurity
Woven like time through truth and duplicity
She drifted like wood smoke into sweet obscurity
Red was her bosom and armoured with dignity,
Bright was her eye with hidden simplicity
Sad was her smile, with a lack of security
Within my heart - I heard her call out to me ...
"Revenge" she whispered "will always taste Bitter Sweet
Clean is the freshness of realised destiny
Lips are cold - hearts won't beat
Fatal tastes of Strawberry"
Deep was my hunger as she reached out for me
Wide were my arms to grasp a pure destiny
High my ambitions, too high now it seems to me
As further she drifted, further away from me
Hidden in the finest weave of the tapestry
Lost in my dreams that only blind poets see
A soft echo drifted from last winter's forestry
"Fatal" it whispered .. "tastes of Strawberry..."
Regret I see now will always taste Bitter Sweet
Clean is the freshness of realised destiny
Lips are cold - hearts won't beat
Fatal tastes of Strawberry
She hung from the loom with silent anxiety
"Fatal" she said .. tastes of Strawberry...
"Revenge" she whispered "always tastes Bitter Sweet
Clean is the freshness of realised destiny
Lips are cold - hearts won't beat
Fatal tastes of Strawberry"
There 'tween the branches with leafy divinity
Long golden tresses give hope for futurity
Woven like time through truth and duplicity
She drifted like wood smoke into sweet obscurity
Red was her bosom and armoured with dignity,
Bright was her eye with hidden simplicity
Sad was her smile, with a lack of security
Within my heart - I heard her call out to me ...
"Revenge" she whispered "will always taste Bitter Sweet
Clean is the freshness of realised destiny
Lips are cold - hearts won't beat
Fatal tastes of Strawberry"
Deep was my hunger as she reached out for me
Wide were my arms to grasp a pure destiny
High my ambitions, too high now it seems to me
As further she drifted, further away from me
Hidden in the finest weave of the tapestry
Lost in my dreams that only blind poets see
A soft echo drifted from last winter's forestry
"Fatal" it whispered .. "tastes of Strawberry..."
Regret I see now will always taste Bitter Sweet
Clean is the freshness of realised destiny
Lips are cold - hearts won't beat
Fatal tastes of Strawberry
Didn't get much else done today......
Oh well .....
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