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October 4-Track B-Side: Strange Fire
🕑 Added 2025-10-31 16:54:49 +0000 UTCArt by Billis Helg
Writing:
Often in this society I have been called to watch - to be the unseen seer, to treat real life as a TV show, and believe myself to be an uninvolved audience member. I’ve fallen prey to this temptation too many times. There is no uninvolved watcher; we are all a part of what unfolds among us. The call to be a disembodied set of eyes is a call to assume power and shirk responsibility, to judge and condemn while hidden in a safe space, thinking no one sees you. But we are always seen, and the eyes that we choose to see the world through are the ones we will be judged through.
Recording:
1 - Acoustic Guitar
2 - 12-String Guitar
3 - piano
4 - vocals
Lyrics:
Every jar is empty, I have made my offerings
The dogs are howling on the streets, my love is paper thin
Your tongs glow hot outside my door, you wait there for my soul
Your eyes are covered in a cloud of dust, your lips are lit by coals
You’ve laid your preparations out to catch me in a fault
You place your accusations under names you are not called
You reached out blackened hands to grab the light you cannot see
And if you didn’t leave off there, you won’t leave off at me
If I were of
If I were of
Of this world
I’d be home
If you say it
If you say it
Say it’s so
Then it’s so
I see you now
I’m inches from your brow
You can have my body, you’ve won every power
But I know what you look like now
So many puppets waved
To hide your naked face
You can play pretend, pick them up again
You can fence me off, lie to all my friends
You can make this story bend to your darkest end
But I know what you look like now
You will take all that you like and not be satisfied
And you will not keep warm tonight by the coals of this strange fire
The fire has watched you silently in all that you have done
And in the end you’ll have its eyes to see what you’ve become
Comments
Car Seat
Just read it - wow, fabulous poem! I can definitely see the crossover, in the figures portrayed, tone, and simple language of the two.
Car Seat
I'd say seeing with the eyes and more inward perceptions are pretty closely linked, close enough that I don't think I could separate the two. Sometimes when I'm in a dark or bitter frame of mind, I literally won't see things that are right in front of me. How do you think of the two?
milkdefender
not sure if it's quite accurate to say this, but this track really made me think of maurice ogdens 1951 poem The Hangman, only there seems to be a tad bit more hope woven into this song. another wonderfully constructed and thought provoking piece as always: )
Luka Buchanan
ugh another awesome write-up. would love to hear more about whether you refer here to literal ‘looking upon’, or a more abstract perceiving. evokes Sontag’s essays On Photography! or even Berger’s Ways of Seeing; politics of looking - if in a literal sense. saw the notifs right as I’m going to sleep - looking forward to listening in the morning!
