Most Beautiful Music: 'Be Still, My Tongue' — Snorri Hallgrímsson

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Music by: Snorri Hallgrímsson
Album: Orbit (2018)

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Be still, my tongue
Be still, my tongue
Winter is wet
And stops my days from lighting

Be still, my tongue
Be still, my tongue

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"Where words fail, music speaks."
- Hans Christian Andersen
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Hey everyone - as we're getting close to a million plays on this (which is absolutely surreal...), I thought I'd stick my head in here to say THANK YOU for every single comment, story, poem etc. that you guys have left on here. It's utterly bewildering to imagine that a few chords and a melody I wrote on my living room piano could inspire you wonderful people to write such beautiful things. Reading your comments is so incredibly encouraging to me, and I hope I can keep inspiring you with my music as you are inspiring myself with your words.

I thought I'd leave you with a little gift: the inspiration for the song was a brilliant little poem my wife Jelena Ciric wrote using magnetic poetry on our fridge. She wrote it towards the end of her first winter living with me in Iceland, where winters are dark, long, windy, and wet - and definitely stop most days from lighting :)

Here's her poem in full:

Winter is wet
and stops all days from lighting.
Spring sleeps
like honey in a hive.
Be still, my tongue.
Soon you will eat
hot, fast, and sweet.

love,
Snorri

snorrihallgrimsson
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I woke up this morning and realized I was an old woman. I'm not sure where the past 75 years have gone, but they did. Like a flash, I saw my wrinkly skin and sunken eyes staring back at me in my bathroom mirror. If only I had felt this deeply through my youth, perhaps I wouldn't have truly awoken before so much of my life had past by. I have decided to return to my homeland in Romania, to the valleys in my childhood where I felt most alive. And perhaps, by some divine grace, to find love. Wish me luck my dear friends.

tommylandrix
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So this is where the nice people of YouTube gather. Such a lovely comment section! Love to you all! <3

agnios
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"Do you remember what it was like?" she asked

"What?"

"Earth" she replied, looking up at me eyes alight with wonder "Before the snow fell"

The snow crunched beneath my feet, course and harsh "....I do."

"What was it like?"

"It was...." I froze, lost for words "Beautiful...."
Wracking my brain I recalled a memory from before, a time of a lifetime ago,
"There was so much green, and animals, and people. The sun shined all day, from dusk to dawn, and if you sat just right in the shade you could feel its gentle warmth."
I breathed in, a sensation of warmth spreading through me. As if the memory brought back the feel of a summer day.
"It was beautiful...but it's gone now"
A shuddering breath left me, the last gasp of a dying era.

Her eyes turned down into the snow "I wish I could have seen it"

I started walking again, thinking of the deepening cold "I wish you could have too".

Naes
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"You cannot judge the winter, until you've felt the cold."

fluffyestunicorn
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"Why is the world so cold?"
"Because we forgot to be kind to it."

bitonothing
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The world has disappointed in many ways.

But You...You do not disappoint.

LightTrack-
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I'll never forget the first time I heard this song:
I was single, home in my little one-bedroom apartment on a bright day, and there was a foot of snow outside. I had just moved that year after getting a new job that I could finally support myself on. It was just such a peaceful and beautiful moment to realize that, after all my struggles, everything was ok.

Fast forward a few years to today: I live in another country with my now husband and our first baby on the way. It's a bright day outside, and there's snow on the ground. Everything's ok.

tenny
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I came here for the song, stayed for all the short stories.

UsedToBeRonin
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This music reminds me of the times when I was young and I'd look up into the night sky for hours imagining the fantasies of space and the universe

gabrielthewanderer
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_"Grandpa why is the world so white and cold?"_

The old man looked at the child. His soft warm young cheeks shined rosily against the unforgivable coldness. He didn't really recall why the world became like this. This world full of strange beings and madness. But he could remember what the old days were like. Though as the world was he could not let a single drop of memory slip. _Hold still my tongue_ he'd say to himself. _Now is not the time._ Eventually he took a knee set down his hunting rifle, and spoke to the child.

_"You see my child the world is as cold and lifeless as it is because of the Prince of Winter."_ He spoke.

The child cocked his head to the side. _"What was he like?"_

_"He was a handsome young man. Forever young, his skin was pale and ice cold. His hair was white like the morning snow, his eyes were as blue as a frozen lake. He carried a staff made from evergreen and mistletoe. He wore elegant clothes woven by the able hands of fairies, and made from the hides of many a beast. As he bore accessories of ice, and wherever he went he was followed by hunting wolves."_

The old man's proclamation made the child more curious As he spoke in more detail of this mysterious monarch. As he listened intently. The child raised his head.

_"Is the Prince lonely?"_ He questioned.

_"He is a lonely young man yes."_ The old man said solemnly. _"People say that's why he froze the world so he wouldn't be lonely. Though it was an accident he just wanted someone to be with. To laugh with. To smile warmly with."_

The old man understood what this ment. When he was just a boy of fifteen. Winter was forever long, and yet he recalled when his father said it used to be brief. Winter was cold, isolating, detached, and most importantly lonely. It was truly...
was...

It ever cold grip made it harder to bear.

The child then looked at his grandfather's wrinkling face. _"Will I get to see him someday grandpa?"_ he questioned once more.

_"Maybe...."_ the old man replied back.

_"Okay when I do I'll be good friends with him!"_ the boy nievely chimed his ever bright warm smile. A lighting the corners of his face.

The old man was taken aback by this statement. Though he was a child his silly thought was that just a silly thought. He warmly smiled to the child as he rested a gloved hand on the child's head of short messy blonde hair. Before getting up and grasping his mitten covered hand.
The old man mused to himself whether or not what he told the child was truth or fiction. It was such a dangerous thing to tell a boy nowadays. Especally when death could take them at anytime. But the old man knew truthfully.
He barely remembered that face, from when he was young. From the time he nearly died out in a harsh blizzard during the moonless night.
That face of a fair handsome young man. Who's looks looked no younger than sixteen. Who had hair like snow, and eyes like ice. Who's cold hands saved him from from curtain death. Who was just as lonely as he was....

-Hope you liked this short story!
:3

personamithulu
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I don't know if this was the artist's intention, but this looks _so much_ like Wolf Children Ame and Yuki.

Of a human woman Hana who fell in love with a shapeshifter, of the ancient Japanese wolfs.
Of their daughter Yuki who chose to be human, and of their son Ame who chose to be a wolf and had to leave his home and his mother behind.
On some days, Hana can still hear his howl echoing through the mountains, calling to her.

willowofwildwoods
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Be still now,
I know that your life has been broken,
every word you speak seems to drag you deeper and deeper into the hole of your life,
listen,
be still,
hear now,
dear one,
come out of the cold,
come back here,
into the warmth of my arms,
I love you beloved sister,
you don't have to look
over your shoulder anymore,
come home,
I'm here.

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Woke up at 1:26 AM this morning and for some reason I heard the lyrics to this song, "Be still, my tongue." I immediately opened my ipad and played this song on loop for probably 5 hours, it is very calming and helped the anxiety settle down. So glad I could immediately find this song and listen to it as it helped me get a little more sleep before the long day of work.

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In silence, in cold, she made her way through ice and snow.
Higher and higher she went,
Higher and higher until
She fell to one knee and could walk no further.


With a bitter cough into gloves as pure as the snow beneath her,
She saw the cost of her trek,
Her heart's blood,
A shock of crimson in her hands.


Chest aflame,
Cheeks burning with loss and regret,
She forgot why she had come.


The wind fell to a low whisper,
And she heard snatches of words she remembered,
Words from a world away,
Long-etched into the trappings of her soul.


She bit back the cries in her throat
As she looked down at the blood on her hands,
Warm and bright against the sullen snow,
Cost and comfort of her dying heart.


Chest aflame,
Cheeks burning with loss and regret,
She remembered the will of her mother,
The courage of her brothers and sisters,
All fallen.
All sleeping in silence as cold as the ice at her feet.


For them,
For them she could go further,
Just a little further.

Dragonfall
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The young girl halted and looked up at the stormy gray sky.
"Why did you stop?" Asked the black dog.
"Why do we keep moving?"The girl asked, looking at him.
"There is no point of living...there is nothing here for us..."
"The reason we keep moving is to find the green world that I used to know."Said the dog softly.
The girl closed her eyes.
A tear slowly slid out.
The dog pushed on ahead, but looked back when the girl did not follow.
"I can't go on if there is nothing here for me..."
The dog trotted back over to the and sat down.
"Then I'll stay with you..."
"Dreaming of the green land."

And that they did.
They fell asleep and went to the green land.

Lauren-pprm
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“Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away... and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast.... be happy about your growth, in which of course you can't take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don't torment them with your doubts and don't frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn't be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn't necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you see them, love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust.... and don't expect any understanding; but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.” - Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

rezolutionist
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It's 3am, cant sleep and.. I guess I just hope anyone reading this is feeling better, having stumbled upon this 😌

RebelEight-zq
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After 300 days of long nights, eternal frost and -80°C temperature, we finally could gaze at little green hills that appeared yesterday when temperature went from -80°C to 16°C and it was a blessing from above. Thanks God, that my dog is safe and sound, so we can at least take a walk together. Even for a moment

maximrussianbattlefieldboi
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I love when music inspires people to create something new :) All the love to everyone who shared their writing in this comments section <3

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