Strange Words
Whispers of Sweet Madness: Lucy Kruger's Journey Through Uncharted Realms
Lyrics
If I start with strange words
Contemplating starting with unconventional or unfamiliar expressions
If I let my fingers lead
Allowing instinct or intuition to guide actions or creations
Would the truth slip out of me
Wondering if honesty might inadvertently emerge
Would reason let me be
Questioning if rationality would allow autonomy
If I wrote the same lines
Considering repetition of unconventional thoughts or ideas
Till I was half asleep
Continuing until near exhaustion
Would I wake to find the prayer
Concern about discovering a suppressed desire or plea
That reason keeps from me
Speculating about a withheld truth kept by reason
That he hides from me
Highlighting someone hiding something from the speaker
Oh I could write about the sea
Reflecting on the possibility of writing about the sea's influence
And the many ways in which she moves me
Expressing the depth of the sea's impact
I could sing about the wind
Mentioning a potential to sing about the wind's nature
And the wild voice with which she calls me in
Emphasizing the compelling call of the wind
If I walked on far-off roads
Imagining walking distant paths until sensory deprivation
Till I couldn’t feel my feet
Contemplating reaching a state of detachment
Would reason give me rest
Questioning if rationality would find solace in shattered aspirations
In the collapse of dreams
Wondering if reason prevails amidst dream collapse
If I walked on far-off roads
Reiterating the idea of journeying until extreme exhaustion
Till I could barely breathe
Exploring the notion of almost suffocating during travel
Would reason give me rest
Questioning if reason would find respite amidst exhaustion
In the collapse of dreams
Contemplating sanity's surrender to relentless dreams
Sweet madness take the lead
Invoking a desire for captivating irrationality to guide
Oh I could write about the sea
Revisiting the thought of writing about the sea's impact
And the many ways in which she moves me
Reiterating the sea's profound influence
I could sing about the wind
Reaffirming the potential to sing about the wind's compelling call
And the wild voice with which she calls me in
Emphasizing the irresistible nature of the wind's beckoning
But all that I can feel
Feeling drawn towards retreating to bed
Is a pull towards my bed
Desiring to silence incessant internal dialogue
To quiet the conversation
Seeking perpetual peace from internal thoughts
Forever in my head
Struggling with persistent mental chatter
The wind keeps me up
Being unable to visually perceive the sea
The sea can’t be seen
Feeling disconnected from the sea's presence
Mother turns her back
Metaphorically indicating a turning point or decision
I turn the key
Suggesting an act of closing off or locking something away
Reason keeps me
Emphasizing reason's hold on the speaker
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