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The urgency of this song was mainly triggered by a great loss I suffered not long ago, and it took this form probably as a way to cope with death, but not so much to exorcise it, rather to embrace it, surrender to it. From the start I had some key images in my mind, apparently disconnected and ‘asynchronous’, but intimately bound to one another as part of a greater order, embracing the smallest as well as the biggest and apparently most sophisticated living beings. A ‘quiet’ relationship creating a kind of short circuit in our conscience. After drafting the demo version, I discovered the beautiful work of an English photographer, Annie Spratt, whose pictures of details of autumnal scenes seemed to match with this song perfectly. Musically speaking, I liked the contrast created by the classical instruments (violins and piano) on one side and the warm pad (with its ‘sci-fi-esque’ vibrato) on the other. Before going to the studio for the final version I had the idea of adding sparse percussions, acquiring more and more presence and groove in the final part.
Our Beauty in the Fire
Our Beauty in the Fire – In Circles Lyrics
In circles they move
Unnoticed by muted eyes
Is it an end or a new start?
Has it been for our sake to be apart?
Unbound from the need to survive
We live on our thirsty minds
Intentions, corrupted and wasted,
Flow back like a river to what we never created
Spiders running out
Searching for their prey
Babies cry their hunger out
Garlands on an empty tree
After rains of joy
Will they retell
The vanishing of hell
The vanishing of hell?
In circles it grows
Unveiled by the quiet hands of night
Has it remained like devoted stars?
You don’t feel the draining distance between us
Our home built on rifts
Unhealed by time or blood
Is it a curse to be sentient?
Blessed by their call, embraced
We will drown together
Spiders running out
Searching for their prey
Babies cry their hunger out
Garlands on an empty tree
After rains of joy
The vanishing of hell
Will they retell
The vanishing of hell?
The vanishing of hell
Haven’t you been there?
Will they?
Spiders running out
Searching for their prey
Babies cry their hunger out
Garlands on an empty tree
After rains of joy
In circles we drift
Dreary and bleak
On days too weak to stand
Surrender, understand
In landscapes of ripeness
Fiery and flawless
We drag our desperate joy
And jealousy with us
And wisdom won’t save us
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