All of the falling on the ground
Holder in ground, I lay down a shrine
And I come with the autumn to tear it down
Orange and brown and I lay a soft
Down for all the waiting old
And dying brethren
Bathing bones and brine separate
Your light from mine multiply
Under the spell of full November moon
Light on the broom, frost in my room
In through a window came a ghost I knew
She paid me a visit while I was in my bed
Sleepy, she said, "Sleep as though dead
For in the morning you are called"
Is what she said
To the high desert, war is raging
You must go to the battlefield
And follow the cry of men rampaging
And gather the ones that won't heal
Down through a cloud of smoke to the promised land
Many are dead, river runs red
For my god and for my king is what he said
Oh, I came down to my knees
With my lips to his ear, my hand to his chest
His wounded breast
For my god and for my king, I will not rest
But in the high desert, you are dying
For your God and his ghost and the son
Do not hold to the earth on which you are lying
For the kingdom can never be won
All of the falling on the ground
Holder in ground, I lay down a shrine
And I come with the autumn to tear it down
Orange and brown and I lay a soft
Down for all the waiting old and dying brethren
Bathing bones and brine separate
Your light from mine
Let go of the earth
I saw a behind the scenes on the music video about what this song means, and she says it's about the battle for the kingdom of earth, between heaven and hell.(or something like that?) The music video is gorgeous, I think. She's such a free bird, and her music is glorious, epic ballad songs. Her voice has a hint of Irish/English to it even though she hails from California. She currently resides in Manchester so perhaps that has some influence. There is not one song of hers that is similiar to the other. Her tastes and her style are eclectic, and she herself says she finds it difficult to stick with one voice as she is constantly free ranging her talents. If left to her own devices, we'd have another Bjork on our hands. One thing is true, there is nothing out there that I have heard like her. I hope she keeps with her true artist creativity for a long time to come.
I figured that was the meaning of the song, but I also liked interpreting it as the changing of seasons. You have the autumn where everything is getting weary, aging and dying. The narrator would be like a Jack Frost and comes into the scene to gather the dried out leaves and worn beings. "The kingdom can never be won," nothing can last forever and no one has the power of evading death (not even Voldemort!).
I figured that was the meaning of the song, but I also liked interpreting it as the changing of seasons. You have the autumn where everything is getting weary, aging and dying. The narrator would be like a Jack Frost and comes into the scene to gather the dried out leaves and worn beings. "The kingdom can never be won," nothing can last forever and no one has the power of evading death (not even Voldemort!).
These are the correct lyrics, everyone!
All of the falling on the ground Holder in ground, I lay down a shrine And I come with the autumn to tear it down Orange and brown and I lay a soft
Down for all the waiting old And dying brethren Bathing bones and brine separate Your light from mine multiply
Under the spell of full November moon Light on the broom, frost in my room In through a window came a ghost I knew
She paid me a visit while I was in my bed Sleepy, she said, "Sleep as though dead For in the morning you are called" Is what she said
To the high desert, war is raging You must go to the battlefield And follow the cry of men rampaging And gather the ones that won't heal
Down through a cloud of smoke to the promised land Many are dead, river runs red For my god and for my king is what he said
Oh, I came down to my knees With my lips to his ear, my hand to his chest His wounded breast For my god and for my king, I will not rest
But in the high desert, you are dying For your God and his ghost and the son Do not hold to the earth on which you are lying For the kingdom can never be won
All of the falling on the ground Holder in ground, I lay down a shrine And I come with the autumn to tear it down Orange and brown and I lay a soft
Down for all the waiting old and dying brethren Bathing bones and brine separate Your light from mine Let go of the earth
I saw a behind the scenes on the music video about what this song means, and she says it's about the battle for the kingdom of earth, between heaven and hell.(or something like that?) The music video is gorgeous, I think. She's such a free bird, and her music is glorious, epic ballad songs. Her voice has a hint of Irish/English to it even though she hails from California. She currently resides in Manchester so perhaps that has some influence. There is not one song of hers that is similiar to the other. Her tastes and her style are eclectic, and she herself says she finds it difficult to stick with one voice as she is constantly free ranging her talents. If left to her own devices, we'd have another Bjork on our hands. One thing is true, there is nothing out there that I have heard like her. I hope she keeps with her true artist creativity for a long time to come.
Thanks for posting the true lyrics.
Thanks for posting the true lyrics.
I figured that was the meaning of the song, but I also liked interpreting it as the changing of seasons. You have the autumn where everything is getting weary, aging and dying. The narrator would be like a Jack Frost and comes into the scene to gather the dried out leaves and worn beings. "The kingdom can never be won," nothing can last forever and no one has the power of evading death (not even Voldemort!).
I figured that was the meaning of the song, but I also liked interpreting it as the changing of seasons. You have the autumn where everything is getting weary, aging and dying. The narrator would be like a Jack Frost and comes into the scene to gather the dried out leaves and worn beings. "The kingdom can never be won," nothing can last forever and no one has the power of evading death (not even Voldemort!).