DarkArc010
Double release, but we’ll ever make a dent in Etta’s suitcase of songs
Before I Turned
Into a Tree
Etta brought a stack of songs with her from America, we’ll probably never get though all of them as she’s always writing. This on came from meeting Datura, our bookish sister, and as ever, it’s a heartbreaker.
“its funny” says Datura, head of literary imprint, and sister studio The Datura Press, “but Etta’s rarely playing guitar or writing it seems, she’s just reading. Like all the time. It’s no wonder there’s such a story telling element to her lyrics. Ceiling / Sky was a very direct tale? Like a real beginning, middle, end, so when she played us Before I Turned Into a Tree was a total 180, very haunting imagery and nothing explicit in the story. Both made me cry though.”
“Yeah, it was a real joy to meet Datura and see what the guys are doing at The Press. That tag line “If you are bored of this World, we have others” it such a thought provoking one. I often try and create whole worlds I can escape into, so we really felt some thing kindred..
“No spoilers, but I was helping with some proof reading, and one of the characters in their fanatastic book Narcisa Before Narcisa directly inspired this song. It’s an idea of conflict, to protect yourself, you change yourself into something else, but in doing so, you make your grief eternal.
“This song is about that idea, in the end you’ve not escaped or saved yourself, loneliness is its own kind of suffering.”
“I often try and create whole worlds I can escape into”
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I lean so hard now, on that second sight
As our moment fades, and drifts into the night
Unlike me do you struggle to recall
That minute when we could have had it all
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Yes, I may have something of second sight
But still, nothing can make you seem any more bright
I’ve been so sad for so long
But still I did stay strong
For one day I knew there’d be light
It was a day I had a future and not just a past
When you arrived in my life scarily fast
It was a happiness, I knew would not last
But at least I got to hear you say
My name, My name at such long last
But at least I got to hear you say
My name, My name at such long last
So in some deep dark forest, you can find a tree
Beneath its bark there lives the life that's left to me
Clinging to that brief moment when we were one
And under its eaves, my dark tears, make a river run
It's too much grief to conjure back your face
So just imagine a great sunflower full of grace
For others, I know how strong you'll need to be
But can you save some space in your heart for me
In some strange forest, you can see a tree
Beneath its bark, there's what's left of me
Remembering that brief time, when we were one
But now around its roots, my tears make a river run
I’m blessed still with something of second sight
And you can still make a bright day from night
My sewn-shut eyes can still clearly see
All the great gifts that you gave to me
Before I turned into a tree, that my tears make wet
I pray that our parting was still well met
Because in the few minutes we were side by side
I just stood struck still and my tongue was tied
But I hope you saw enough of me, to not forget
So, if you're lost in a great forest under a weeping willow tree
You will have come across the life that was left to me
Remembering a sun-filled moment, when we were one
Remembering a sun-filled moment, when we were one
Now that the rain of my tears, have made a river run
Before, before I before, before I turned into a tree
There was a moment of you and me
Before my life was leaves
Before my grief was eaves
There was a magic moment of you and me
When there was, you, and there was me
Yes I’m sure there was a moment of you and me
I lean so hard now, on that second sight
As our moment fades, and drifts into the night
Unlike me do you struggle to recall
That minute when we could have had it all
And what could have been the world's great event
Well it's sweet chance, I guess it came and went
Did it even happen, can I be so sure
Why to cling to a pain none could endure
No... I'm sure there was a moment of you, and a moment of me
So why then do my rivers of tears still run out to the sea?
That moment, before I became that weeping tree
My heart still breaks at what that was meant to be
And yes, I'm sure I can still see you and me
And my heart still breaks at what that was meant to be
I can still see you and me
I can still see you and me
And my heart still breaks at what that was meant to be
I can still see you and me
I can still see you and me
And my heart still breaks at what that was meant to be
