The Lady is Risen
Rising Love and Unraveling Life: Johnny Flynn's Poetic Ode
Lyrics
She loves full and true, as a fighting bequest
Expressing that she loves wholeheartedly and genuinely, akin to a valuable inheritance gained through struggle.
She was given her earth by a sea come to rest
She received her existence from the sea, finding solace and stability in its calmness.
And the children she bore loved this truly too much
Her offspring deeply love in a sincere manner, perhaps mirroring her own profound affection.
Calloused pride come to die in our hands as we touch
Pride, toughened and unyielding, succumbs and fades away in the hands of those who touch it.
And so soften me now, let me take as it's given
Requesting to be softened by the current circumstances, accepting things as they come, as the wind rises and change is imminent.
For the wind's started up and the lady is risen
Indicating a transformation or awakening, symbolized by the lady rising, possibly from a challenging situation.
Is it snowing in London and warm in your bed
Pondering the weather disparity between London and the listener's location, questioning personal inadequacy in the relationship.
Have I nothing to give you, I'm cold in your head
Feeling emotionally distant, wondering if there is anything valuable to offer, while experiencing emotional coldness.
But you're burning in mine, come to rest off the train
The subject is intensely present in the speaker's mind, although physically absent, and the silence accompanies the departure.
In the silence you've gone and the train comes again
Years have passed since the last encounter, and the speaker has learned to navigate life; love is rekindled, signifying personal growth.
It's been years since I saw you, I've learned how to live
Referencing the return of love, paralleling the lady's rise, symbolizing renewal and rejuvenation.
And the love's back in swing and the lady is risen
Tell me where have the saints gone, oh where is the pull
Describing the determined march of saints until they disappeared, akin to crumbs falling, possibly questioning their endurance.
Are they flourished in times that were guarded with wool
A memory of being told that life holds more than meets the eye, and with the start of a band, a positive change or celebration is noted.
You know limbless they marched till they fell off the map.
Are you sick of them falling like crumbs on your lap
Life is unpredictable, not always resembling the neat conclusion of a novel; things may unravel despite attempts at control.
You once told me that this isn't all that there is
Awareness that someone is adept at deceiving, possibly referring to the lady, with a realization of the need to resist.
And the band started up and the lady is risen.
A struggle, admitting there is no resistance found in the fight, as the winds start up, signaling a change accompanying the lady's rise.
You know life isn't always like the end of your novels
Reflection on the complexity of life, acknowledging that things may conclude but often unfold in unexpected ways.
All things might wind up but they always unravel
Observing someone adept at deception, with a realization that attempts to conceal the truth are unsuccessful.
And I'll watch you with eyes that can see I can see
A recognition of the futility of resistance, as the lady rises, suggesting acceptance of change and inevitable transformation.
That you're too good at pulling that wool over me
And I'll fight but there's nothing here I find to resist
Expressing the inability to resist the changing circumstances or the rise of the lady, possibly surrendering to the inevitable.
And the winds started up and the lady is risen
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