"Song Of Myself" as written by Tuomas Holopainen, Marko Hietala, Erno Vuorinen and Jukka Nevalainen....
The nightingale is still locked in the cage
The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
An old oak sheltering me from the blue
Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves

A catnap in the ghost town of my heart
She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts
Of mermaids, of Whitman's and the ride
Raving harlequins, gigantic toys

A song of me song in need
Of a courageous symphony
A verse of me verse in need
Of a pure-heart singing me to peace

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

All that great heart lying still
In silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old dead boy's song
Sung in silence
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

A midnight flight into Covington Woods
A princess and a panther by my side
These are Territories I live for
I'd still give mt everything to love you more

A silent symphony
A hollow opus #1,2,3

Sometimes the sky is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters

Resting pipes, verse of bore
Rusting keys without a door

Sometimes the within is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street,
With a begging bowl in his shaking hand.
Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
I do, but walk by.

An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic
It's half-light and he's in tears.
When he finally comes his eyes are cascading.

I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
All pride has left his wild eyes.
I wish I had my leg to spare.

A mother visits her son, smiles to him through the bars.
She's never loved him more.

An obese girl enters an elevator with me.
All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck.
Terribly sweeet perfume deafens me.
She's going to dinner alone.
That makes her even more beautiful.

I see a model's face on a brick wall.
A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
A city that worships flesh.

The 1st thing I ever heard was a wandering
Man telling his story
It was you, the grass under my bare feet
The campfire in the dead of night
The heavenly black of sky and sea

It was us
Roaming the rainy roads, combing the guilded beaches
Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn
Bathing in places no-one's seen before
Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island
Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty's finest robe

Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the breath of nature
In early air of the dawn of life
A sight to silence the heavens

I want to travel where life travels,
Following its permanent lead
Where the air tastes like snow music
Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden
I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture
I would bathe in a world of sensation
Love, goodness and simplicity
(While violated and imprisoned by technology)

The thought of my family's graves was the only moment
I used to experience true love
That love remains infintie,
As I'll never be the man my father is

How can you "just be yourself"
When you don't know who you are?
Stop saying "I know how you feel"
How could anyone know how another feels?

Who am I to judge a priest, beggar,
Whore, politician, wrongdoer?
I am, you are, all of them already

Dear child, stop working, go play
Forget every rule
There's no fear in a dream

"Is there a village inside this snowflake?"
- a child asked me
"What's the colour of our lullaby?"

I've never been so close to truth as then
I touched its silver lining

Death is the winner in any war
Nothing noble in dying for your religion
For your country
For ideology, for faith
For another man, yes

Paper is dead without words
Ink idle without a poem
All the world dead without stories
Without love and disarming beauty

Careless realism costs souls

Ever seen the Lord smile?
Allt he care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?
Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?
Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is
All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground

I see all those empty cradles and wonder
If man will never change

I, too, wish to be a decent manboy but all I am
Is smoke and mirrors
Still given everything, may I be deserving

And there forever remains the change from G to Em


Lyrics submitted by joca13

"Song of Myself" as written by Tuomas Holopainen, Marko Hietala, Erno Vuorinen, Jukka Nevalainen

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  • +5
    General CommentBeyond epic...words are to low to describe this song.
    Ashemeon December 02, 2011   Link
  • +4
    General CommentA close to perfection Masterpiece, the narrated parts are so emotional
    adv666on December 05, 2011   Link
  • +2
    Song MeaningThe last verse is the most important
    "G and e minor" are parallel musical scales exactly the same pitches like two sides of one medal. Hapiness and sadness are coexisting parts of our life
    Tumoas described this lyric as celebration of life with all it's beautiful and dark sides simultaneously.

    Also notice the fact that one of the main character from imaginaerum movie is called Gem
    Gem= (G+em), can you see the concept? :) .
    Emejon February 19, 2012   Link
  • +2
    My InterpretationI know it's about Walt Whitman's poem, titled the same name (it is a very beautiful poem, for the record), but I just gotta say this:
    "All that great heart lying still in a silent suffering
    Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
    What is left for encore is the same old dead boy's song
    Sung in silence"
    To me, that means someone with a "great heart" is hurt emotional, but doesn't say anything ("silent suffering") and fakes a smile until it's over, and then just pours everything out without anyone knowing ("sung in silence")
    Also, Piano black=Beautiful Emptiness. Pianos generally represent beauty and black generally represents emptiness, so, beautiful emptiness.
    WithinWishEpicaon February 17, 2013   Link
  • +1
    Song MeaningThe last verse is the most important
    "G and e minor" are parallel musical scales exactly the same pitches like two sides of one medal. Hapiness and sadness are coexisting parts of our life
    Tumoas described this lyric as celebration of life with all it's beautiful and dark sides simultaneously.

    Also notice the fact that one of the main character from imaginaerum movie is called Gem
    Gem= (G+em), can you see the concept? :) .
    Emejon February 19, 2012   Link
  • +1
    General CommentIt seems to me that he's portraying his philosophy of life while questioning how humans live out their lives. We worship meaningless things while missing out on most of the beauty life has to offer. He tries to change the world through music, but he isn't sure he's up to the task. Of course, we all know that isn't true. Tuomas is amazing.
    johnrgoforthon February 14, 2012   Link
  • +1
    General CommentI wanted to ask, ‎in this verse

    "Nothing noble in dying for your religion
    For your country
    For ideology, for faith
    For another man, yes"

    is the "yes" at the end and affirmation for everything that was said before, or is it implying the exception that dying for another man is indeed noble?
    Nightwish Wolfon April 02, 2012   Link
  • 0
    General CommentJohn Keats said that poetry ought to come naturally, or it ought not come at all.

    In "Song of Myself," the "myself" is all the great heart lying still, the essence of song that makes the song alive.

    From the beginning, "Song of Myself" sort of sets up for part 4, "Love," by describing this tragic disconnect between poetry and poetry-nature, or song and song-nature, hence the "same old Dead Boy's song" and "all that great heart lying still"---all that poetry-nature the writer failed to tap into. That is why the opus #1,2,3 are "hollow," or why "sometimes the sky is piano black." It is a shallow thing with nothing to hide and nothing to reveal, like a rusty key without a door.

    Pretense to poetry, forced poetry, poetry becomes an exercise of mental masturbation that is painfully artificial---the old man kissing his model-doll in his attic. Still, don't we make poetry and songs anyway in worship of things more real, no matter how futile the attempt?---the porcelain statue in a city that worships flesh.

    I don't know how accurate this is in its entirety but it was my first impression on hearing the song for the first time. Thought that I would comment on the first half of the lyrics since no one has yet. I feel like I am still missing the epiphany here, and I hope that I am not doing the song or the songwriter an injustice with an interpretation.

    I have never read Whitman's "Song of Myself."
    PawPrinceon January 10, 2012   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThere are a lot of allusions to other Nightwish songs in this, it is as if Tuomas is reflecting on his life maybe.

    ''The nightingale is still locked in the cage'' - The Escapist
    ''Storytime, river ghosts, mermaids and the ride'' - Imaginaerum album
    ''Same old dead boy's song'' - Dead Boy's Poem

    Not sure about the princess and the panther. Maybe disney?
    Also, Covington woods is the name of the woods in a film called The Village.
    I may have missed some but these are the ones I spotted.
    reignofmetalon May 13, 2012   Link
  • 0
    General CommentAlso, in music the transition from the chord of G to Em is considered the most emotional progression. Or so I'm told.
    reignofmetalon May 13, 2012   Link

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