Robes of Smoke

Lyrics: me
Robes of Smoke

Prompts alternating:
folk rock, female vocalist, tribal, close harmony, emotional music, fairy tale, electric violin, passionate, paranormal, bittersweet, romantic, longing,
nad:
Modern country, contemporary country, dark country, ominous, lawman country, female vocalist, blues

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[verse 1]
Headed down for water under the moon.
Spied hot light through the trees.
Ears perking at their raucous tune.
and heart leaping with a wild unease.
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[chorus]
two figures adjust their robes of smoke.
giggles spinning round the may pole.
flaming scarves of childhood hope.
Glimpses of skin are glowing charcoal.
[violin]
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[verse 2]
I'll become determined to catch them.
I'll give angry chase across cinders!
I'll grab at their spinning hems!
but they'll slip from burnt fingers.
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[chorus variation]
two figures adjust their robes of smoke.
giggles spinning round the may pole.
flaming scarves of childhood hope.
Glimpses of skin are glowing charcoal.
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[verse 3]
I’ll fashion some delicate nets!
My fingers now white spider legs.
dancing like a witches' consort.
leaving my webs in smoking shreds.
[drop]
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[final chorus]
two figures adjust their robes of smoke.
giggles spinning round the may pole.
flaming scarves of childhood hope.
Glimpses of skin are glowing charcoal.
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after catching no more than falling leaves.
their voices fade amongst the trees.
[humming]
[outro]
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Adapted from the poem:

robes of smoke

two figures adjust robes made from smoke
while their giggles pour from unseen stones
just outside of reach
I feel them pass through my fingers like enlightened sand
I become determined to catch them or walk away angry
I’ll fashion some delicate nets of my own
my form becoming white spider legs
weaving like a dangerous mad man
days made, but my traps useless
catching no more than falling leaves
still the twittering voices
now heard
now imagined
turned out that the road of burning breath did lead to water
i can swim the miles to another shore
no problem
sweet trees bent with buds of endless silence

[AMuseIntheMainframe]

Love the idea of taking a poem and giving it a new look with music! Subscribed for sure!

[CreekyJarls]

I like this sound. Good work. I hear strings in a song and most likely I'm going to like it. The pow wow drums add to the ambience. I'm going to have to revisit Native American music again and mix it with an unexpected genre.