Bones of Bruised Houses
A pilot project for the theme Emotions.
Bones of Bruised Houses' musical and visual dreamlike atmosphere traces back in time, inspired by classic Hollywood style, surrealist paintings and Jungian dream interpretation. The music is performed on old vintage instruments from the 1930-40s, and filmed in the sand dunes of North Denmark. The lyrics have a clear reference to the body and are inspired by dreams with strong emotional content.
BONES OF BRUISED HOUSES
Lyrics by Laila Skovmand and Neill S. Furio
Oh, hear my words bore into my spleen
Sever the connection between
Twenty billion brain cells and my cannibal mouth
Which devours what’s left of my left arm
Numbness summons my right arm to action
Ripping my head off
Still hissing its serpent tongue
Asping incessantly
Birdless green
My pike-stuck head
With readied arrow’s bow
I aim, sharp and yet ...
The source of my screed
Poison kind
Leads the ceaseless attack
Uncording my spine
Limp body crawling
Over bones of bruised houses
over bones of bruised houses
And mounds of rust
Skyless-blue
My slaughtered town
With sharded mirror-mouth
Aghast, silent sound
I shrink, slither and slip
Less my face
Through the cracked city wall
Where I lay down and wait
Sand mirage and caravaning
Incense dune
Mummied, empty of all matter
Self-cocooned
Numb body dangling
Over bones of bruised houses
Dangling over bones of bruised houses
And clouds of dust