
The Scream
raw, clean production, mysterious, instrumentation is kind of Analog synths, piano, chamber strings, low electronic percussion. the mood? imagine it as something like a dread - elegant dread horror fantasy lullaby and threnody

The Scream
raw, clean production, mysterious, instrumentation is kind of Analog synths, piano, chamber strings, low electronic percussion. the mood? imagine it as something like a dread - elegant dread horror fantasy lullaby and threnody
Lyrics
Character's song for one of my worlds: Lartevier.
inspired by "The Scream"
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I'm not like them
I'm not the same
I see the world behind the stem
Where they see colours
I see sounds
Each voice - a trap, each voice binds...
(...the music....the sounds... My skills, curse — scars...)
...I avoid what has 'music' inside (inside)
I am afraid of what I can find behind (behind)
I stole it
I planned this robbery
They paid me...
I drowned in revery.
They paid me
To take away The Scream
I went against my warning voice
Against my own steely rule
I'm paying the price for my choice
Trapped in twisted dream!
Why did I ignore my rule
Why did I proceed with this schedule?
I tried to be wise — yet turned a fool
I peeked just once
The colours danced
A cursed sound on my senses pounced
I could avoid this this time too, this time, this time
The thing I have stolen become the cage of mine (the cage of mine)
I stole it
I planned this robbery
They paid me...
I drowned in revery.
They paid me
To take away The Scream
I went against my warning voice
Against my own steely rule
I'm paying the price for my choice
Trapped in twisted dream!
Between the lines of author's intents and thoughts
I am trapped in here, did they forget...?
I'm missing person - a thief with skills and regret
I'm standing still in faked calm and peace
Avoiding the curse's cold malice....
(...the music....the sounds... My skills, curse — scars...)
It stole my soul
And it holds me still
The theft undone - the painting screamed
Drowned in confidence - I didn't hear the sign
Now my soul and painting are forcefully aligned...
Not even sight - the demons wait
Each given sound - they listen and wait
I'm binding my time inside The Scream
Awaiting someone who can redeem me from this dream....
