Storyteller Sunday #1: History

Storyteller Sunday is a weekly blog post that details the creation of past lyrics I’ve written.

 

Included as the last piece for Nocturnal in 2018, History is inspired by a few things. Coming together quickly, it was also the first bit written for this group of lyrics. In my head, I envisioned a vibe similar to U2’s Wake Up Dead Man ((NSFW – opens in new tab.) Their 1997 album Pop was a big influence on Nocturnal as a whole.)

 

As for the overall themes, they echoed the strange times surrounding me. A major part was actually influenced by death and it creates an ominous atmosphere. The idea to use “princess” came from Carrie Fisher’s passing in December, 2016. I also knew someone in grade school who had died around the same time, so it was still on my mind when writing these the following month.

 

Fisher was referenced because of some conversations following her death as well. People began speculating about the usage of CGI to put her in the next Star Wars film (opens in new tab.) It happened almost immediately and seemed strange to me. Not only had she just died, but the sense of ownership over her and her character felt really perverse.

 

Of course, (I’m sure this view was influenced by the recent passing of the person from grade school.)

 

With those elements in place, the era of fake news and alternative facts fed into the rest. Entering a time where beliefs were based on willful ignorance, it felt like we were doomed to repeat our past mistakes. In my mind, it created a chaotic vision of people becoming historical gatekeepers. If enough didn’t like how a factual event framed their current desires, it could simply be replaced with misinformation instead.

 

Every idea melded together to create History: Resurrecting someone with technology, manipulating the past to sculpt the future and the death of a person tied to my innocence. These circumstances created a surreal environment. One where citing the truth turned into the Salem witch trials because fewer and fewer people wanted facts to get in the way.

 

It’s a world the princess left behind to get some peace and hopefully remain untarnished.

 

Lyrics

 

Paint yourself an image of the future

Recounted from the past that won’t retreat

Illusions in the eye of the beholder

Born from all the facts we can’t perceive

 

Pretty soon they’ll come to a conclusion

Steady or unsure, it all depends

Working through these fits of paranoia

When nothing’s all that simple in the end

 

So princess

Tell me princess, are you dreaming?

Are you looking for some reason?

While you’re begging for some peace

 

Now princess

Tell me princess, are you leaving?

Don’t you see our hearts are bleeding?

We can’t seem to find relief

 

Shining from some light made artificial

Transfixed to what’s projected on the screen

Corpses to exhume for one last mission

This history wasn’t meant for us to keep

 

Echoed through the hallways lying vacant

Brought down by some weight to reach our knees

Constructed from the truths we’re always sold on

It’s all in what we’ve chosen to believe

 

So princess

Tell me princess, are you dreaming?

Are you looking for some reason?

While you’re begging for some peace

 

Now princess

Tell me princess, are you leaving?

Don’t you see our hearts are grieving?

We can’t seem to find relief

 

Counting down the hours as they’re slipping away

Rising with our torches to pierce through the haze

Waiting so intently to feed us a lie

Sheltered by the silence to deflect and deny

 

Everybody sees but they’ll never admit

No one deals in reason when they’re all full of shit

Always on a witch hunt to serve our beliefs

Ignoring what’s been lost as this history repeats

 

It wasn’t meant for us to keep, it wasn’t meant for us to keep

It wasn’t meant for us to keep, it wasn’t meant for us to keep

 

So princess

Tell me princess, are you dreaming?

Are you looking for some reason?

While you’re begging for some peace

 

Now princess

Tell me princess, are you leaving?

Can’t you see our hearts are bleeding?

We can’t escape this history

 

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