This song is heavily inspired by James Hurst’s short story “The Scarlet Ibis”, taking imagery and themes from the story. It was written as a long apostrophe to the pride that contributed to Doodle’s downfall, from the viewpoint of Doodle himself.
I wrote it around four years ago, and finally decided to finish it -- I'm quite proud of the melody, and I kinda like how the instrumental ended up turning out. I planned to have Eleanor AI sing this when she came out, but I got too lazy to retune the entire thing, and Lite sounds so much better in the second half of the song.
Downloads:
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Instrumental: drive.google.c...
You’re free to use either of these for non-commercial purposes, but please credit me if you publish it anywhere.
Lyrics:
Hear the railbirds drink the sun, hear the meadows bask in mirth
Hear the streams in laughter dance through palmetto-scented earth
Careless of the future’s storms, having just escaped from drought
We had called the season ours, vines of pride in tender sprout
So we ran through wetlands deep, beauty still unscarred by pain
Learned to sing the song of spring, dream the dreams of the insane
Bird of paradise who knew only hell discovered bliss
In the warmth of sunbeams soft, I had found adventure's kiss
I should have seen - every time, you were mocking me
When I’d poured in my best for your sake
Yet still, you would fill your first vow to make
What my brother and I thought a miracle
Hear the orioles take their leave, clove of seasons on their tails
Hear the dried-up blossoms ring in life-passion's battered sails
We had found a wind to chase even blight could not consume
We'd our harvest due in time, vines of pride in fullest bloom
I should have known - that the price for a miracle
Would be more than what I could repay
Yet dawn finds me drawn to your words each day
As the season you swallowed envelopes me
So if I'd survived the hurricane
Full of strength we'd tried to find
Feathers crowned with stings of piercing rain
Would he still leave me behind?
Dressed in thoughts of victories mine alone
I’ve now burst right through their seams
Why do I still mourn them as my own -
Lies pretending to be dreams?
Oh, I held you tight against my mind
The one thing that I knew best
Trapped in storm-embrace, from birth designed
To fall short in every test
Still that sickly scent so tightly clings
To my chest now locked in fear
What I had to lose to grow my wings...
Do I have to leave it here?
Days of scattered sky and soaring-song
Of the morning’s verdant bells
I’ve just always sung death’s verses wrong
Can’t I sing you something else?
So if I'll admit my heart's defeat
To the strength I've fallen through
Feathers stained with stings of scarlet heat
Would that be enough for you?
Негізгі бет [SynthV Original] Summersketch -- Eleanor Forte
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