Delilah
Unraveling Strength: Delilah's Lament in Parade Music's Melody
Lyrics
One gold hair for character
Using a gold hair as a symbolic representation of a distinctive trait or quality in one's character.
One of grey to lose your strength
Having a grey hair to signify the loss of strength or vitality.
Ilk of Samson, head an abattoir
Referencing Samson, a biblical figure known for his strength, and describing a scene reminiscent of a slaughterhouse.
An endless string that cuts its length
Describing a continuous series of challenges or difficulties that gradually diminish one's resolve or endurance.
While fraying the eternal
Facing the perpetual and unchanging aspects of life.
Staring down at blood and meat
Observing blood and meat as if one were a pharmacist, perhaps highlighting detachment or desensitization.
Like they were apothecaries
Comparing individuals to apothecaries, possibly suggesting a clinical or detached approach to life's struggles.
For the strength that moves your feet
Acknowledging a force that propels and motivates, akin to strength that moves one's feet.
No more judgement
Expressing a state of no more judgment or assessment.
No more might
Indicating a lack of power or strength.
The lion's jaw won't open
Symbolizing a situation where challenges or obstacles won't be faced until all lights are turned off.
Until they turn off every light
Suggesting a connection to the story of Samson, where a lion's jaw won't open until complete darkness prevails.
I cut your mane
Metaphorically cutting off someone's symbolic mane, representing a loss of pride or strength.
Though the wait seems never-ending
Commenting on the seemingly interminable nature of waiting.
Once the ether earns its keep
Once the substance or essence proves its worth, voices echo in the entrance.
Those voices echo in the doorway
People wear a deceptive facade of sleep, hiding their true selves.
You adorn a mask of sleep
Attempting to suppress tranquility and silence while donning a mask of slumber.
And try to quell the peace and quiet
Struggling to find peace and quiet, diverting attention until thoughts can confront reality.
Until your thoughts can turn to face
Waiting until thoughts are ready to confront the mirror and the self, releasing bitterness in sync with one's pace.
The mirror, spilling vitriol
Reflecting negativity and harsh criticism, matching the rhythm of one's movement.
In a drip to match your pace
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No more judgement
[Repetition of Line 11]
No more might
[Repetition of Line 12]
The lion's jaw won't open
[Repetition of Line 13]
Until they turn off every light
-I cut your mane
[Repetition of Line 14]
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