Sora
Andrea Hunt

Story

I have loved the story of Scheherazade for as long as I can remember.  The desire for the fame and fortune of a crown has been the impetus for many evil deeds.  Such power wields its own price, including a very real and insular loneliness that manifests from being personally invisible behind the visibility of the position.

Written in February of 2011

Scheherazade (Scorpion Moon) - Scorpion Moon

Lyrics

Spin me a tale for your life
And make me believe again
Take me away from this farce
Of monstrous and kingly vice

How I want you to love me
To love me unbound
How I want you to need me
To need me unfound
Beneath your fabled sun
And your scorpion moon
I need you to want me
Beyond this savage world of sand

I saw through your cunning plan
A rapture of dancing words
Your honey voice, nomad eyes
The dervish wind to my fire

How I want you to love me
To love me unbound
How I want you to need me
To need me unfound
Beneath your fabled sun
And your scorpion moon
I need you to want me
Beyond this savage world of sand

Oh thousand nights forgive this murderous pride
That morning betrays
Oh maybe my life will be redeemed to know
To know

To know that you love me
You love me unbound
To know that you need me
You need me unfound
How I want you to love me
To love me unbound
How I want you to need me
To need me unfound
Beneath your fabled sun
And your scorpion moon
I need you to want me
As much as I want you.

Sora
Andrea Hunt

Story

The longing for that which the soul once knew

Every once in awhile I will read something that just speaks to the plaster that holds my heart together. I will roll the word or phrase around in my mind feeling the contours of its meaning, searching out the nooks and crannies of its presence. I enjoy such ruminations, the way the word sits at the edge of me, amalgamating itself through the filmy bubble of consciousness. Last week I read this Gaelic word: Hiraeth, which was at first reading defined as: "the longing for something the soul once knew". The longing for something the soul once knew. That such a thought could even have a word to define it is beauty pure and simple. How often have I stood in the wind and felt as if there was some kind of nostalgia that is beyond this body, this place, hovering just outside the ability to thread it through memory. How often I have felt the stirrings of something that perhaps I once knew, but cannot seem to find the map to in my mind; lost in the fragments of time. A feeling deeply within that is as easy to grasp as water, slipping through the fingers, resisting all thoughts of containment. In researching I find that there is no English equivalent to the word, which I knew of course, but which makes translation very difficult. Another translation of the meaning was the "longing, or yearning for home". I like to think of it as a combination of the two, where home is not so much a place, but an ill-defined feeling at the edge of restlessness and wanderlust. A remembrance of that which we cannot remember. Already notes are starting to push their way past the songs I had been working on, singing into my waking dreams. Hiraeth makes me want to speak Gaelic.

Written in October of 2009

Scorpion Moon - Sora

Lyrics

When home is a fragment of parchment
When home is a wisp on the wind
When all that anchors is a banner inside
Words without a place

Everything changes
Leaves kiss the ground
Everything wears down
The decay of sound
That longing so desperate
It tears you in two
Hiraeth, the songing
My memory once knew

The branched paths lie twisted and broken
Roots clutch our forsaken time
When blood calls to wander unsated
Twining soul to find

Everything changes
Leaves kiss the ground
Everything wears down
The decay of sound
That longing so desperate
Your bones torn in two
Hiraeth, the songing
My memory once knew

Remember the call
Remember the scent of the loam dark soil
Remember, remember, remember it all

As everything changes
Leaves kiss the ground
Everything wears down
The decay of sound
That longing so desperate
Your bones torn in two
Hiraeth’s the songing
My memory once knew

Hero

03:26
Sora
Andrea Hunt

Story

Lyrics and song ideas often come to me while I am driving.  An unfortunate truth as it becomes almost comical to be writing fragments of thoughts on whatever lost receipts or old papers happen to be on the floor of my car while idling at red lights ~laugh~.  "Hero" came to me in such a way, while I was thinking silly thoughts about movie villains maniacally laughing on their throne-like chairs.  I wondered if after, they phone their mothers and get lectured, if they sort their laundry into whites and darks and if they shop at bargain grocery stores.  It may have come from a silly place but evolved quickly into the question that haunts me as I watch a world that constantly needs to be warring with itself; are villains so much different from heroes?  

My grandmother lived in the Netherlands during the Nazi occupation.  She used to smuggle guns to resistance fighters in a baby carriage, past the Nazi soldiers.  She rarely speaks of those times, I think the memories are wounds that never quite heal.  Still, sometimes she will say quietly "no one should ever invade another's home".  I think of those words often while I watch countries crumble under the arrogance of moral superiority.  Villains.  Heroes.  Offense.  Defense.  Sometimes it is only perspective - after all we are all just human.   

Written October of 2009

Scorpion Moon - Sora

Lyrics

Hear the call, lay down your love
A world in need his shadowed creed
Journey’s long, questioning done
Face turns from the sun
Still my trembling hands
Stay my living thoughts
Stab my crumbling heart
My nature’s heart
My poet’s heart

Does the hero cry?
Does he gaze upon the stars
And pray for a day
When his sword song is never heard?
Does he silently lay flowers on that grave
Where his monsters and childhood
Pass beyond the day?

Voice unheard, all seems so wrong
Wondering how such hate is love
Clashing words carve out that space
Fear wrought and he’s won
Still my trembling hands
Stay my living thoughts
Stab my crumbling heart
My nature’s heart
My lover’s heart

Does the villain cry?
Does he gaze upon the stars
And pray for a day
When his sword song is never heard?
Does he silently lay flowers on that grave
Where his monsters and childhood
Pass beyond the day?

His eyes were blue
The colour of my youth
I thought they should be
As black as the sea

Does the hero cry?
Does he gaze upon the stars
And pray for a day
When his sword song is never heard?
Does he silently lay flowers on that grave
Where his monsters and childhood
Pass beyond the day?

Does the hero cry?

Sora
Andrea Hunt

Story

Savage took several years to write.  I wrote half the lyrics in an intense visceral moment in 2009 and then lost my mojo and put it aside to pick it up in August  of 2011 when I finished it.  

Savage - Scorpion Moon

Lyrics

Your simian heart pounds so savage
It teems with longing
Jungle, it roars in your veins
Lusting, wild it's songing
Dance with the night my gypsy
Dance with the night
I want to dance with your ecstasy
And die as I come alive

The fire, it flows through your limbs
Winding heat is captured
Secrets that ripple from hips
Holding me enraptured
Dance with the dark my gypsy
Dance with the dark
I want to dance with your ecstasy
And die as I come alive

Savage the wild entices
Savage the heart's devices
Savage the drums are pounding
Savage the fire is sounding
Take me
Oh come to the sacrificial edge of love

Your succulent eyes lure me
Into their hungry bower
Sensual tears, lushly lipped
Of me devour
Sing to the night, my siren
Sing with the night
I want to sing with your rhapsody
And die as I come alive

Your sinuous back arches
Coils to the sacred holding
Sways to the flesh flowered beats
Piercing cries that smolder
Sing to the night, my siren
Sing with the night
I want to sing with your rhapsody
And die as I come alive

Savage the breath is gasped
So savage within my grasp
Savage the pulse crescendos
Savage my heart surrenders
Take me
Oh come to the sacrificial edge of love

Savage, so savage
Savage
Savage

Sora
Andrea Hunt

Story

Inspired by “The Little Mermaid” - Hans Christian Andersen

In May of 2012 I collaborated in a concert called “Twisted Fables & Woven Worlds” with two other fabulous artists, Catherine Gell (singer/songwriter) and Erin Dingle (poet/spoken word artist).  The concert was themed around iconic objects from fairy tales and myth, which afforded me the creative space to write songs inspired by many of my favorite stories.    In particular it provided me an opportunity to write a song that had been floating around my mind for a number of years, and that was the song of the Little Mermaid.    I am not talking about precocious Disney princesses here, but rather the original, more poignant story of the Little Mermaid written by Hans Christian Andersen.    It was a story that left an indelible mark on me as a child, her deep longing to feel whole, the sweetness of her sacrifice, the truth of her love.  These were life lessons to me, as much as playground politics.  She was real to me because I could find myself in her, because I could feel her pain, but more importantly, I could live her love.   

When I perform this song live, I often tell the story of my daughter Melaine, to whom I gifted a book of Hans Christian Andersen stories when she was about 9 years old.  One day shortly after she came down the stairs from her room with a pensive look on her face.   She asked, “why did Disney change the ending to The Little Mermaid?  Why? It takes away all the meaning”.  Why indeed. 

Written in January of 2012

Mermaid Song - Scorpion Moon

Lyrics

I wanted you to save me as I once saved you
There are no saviors when one is not two
My voice is all tangled in the depth of that sea
Where my crumbling Atlantis mourns silently

I can’t regret this love like water
I can’t regret the heart that led me to you
You gave me the sun
You gave me the air I’ll relinquish
My mermaid’s song undone

Her name was the prayer I danced to be near you
It was your kindness that was my ruin
The price had been paid but love can’t be bought
Oh you named me friend and all was for naught

I can’t regret this love like water
I can’t regret the heart that led me to you
You gave me the sun
You gave me the air I’ll relinquish
My mermaid’s song undone

What is love if it can maim?
I won’t sacrifice your trust to my pain
I’m not a dagger to taint the past with blood
The moments with you were infinity had

No regrets
Love is not love if it regrets

I gave you my heart
You gave me the air I’ll relinquish
And sea foam I’ll become
My mermaid’s song undone

City

03:29
Sora
Andrea Hunt

Story

I dream of a city with honey walled buildings.  A place where the autumn is a mood rather than a season.   I dream of brown buildings, strong arms and trees with leaves that are a shape that is more than shape, rather a texture upon the dark sky.  I don't know the name of such leaves, for all the leaves where I live are hearts, and these are not hearts, but are splayed more like oak, maybe they are oak or maybe not, I can't tell, but I look up and remember even as there are arms as stars around me, the way the light moves through them, the dense shadows and ridged contours of day.  I dream of a pool where the lights reflect and it is the soul of a city dancing within, some kind of deep current though the waters be shallow.  I can see across to where the city rises like a plume of smoke out of my imagining thoughts.  I know there are other lights, but I can't see beyond the reflections and the coolness of the water laced through my fingers - waves that flatten as they move into the circles of lights.  Beyond is a hum of cars, but it is a symphony much like 4'33', in which I am drawn in only to move outwards and be overwhelmed by the silence of a place that is never silent.  Somewhere after there is the dark ocean, I don't know how I come to be there, how I come to be on the edge of the rolling abyss, while the light pushes me towards.   I look into a darkness from this place of waked buoyancy.  I see it and somehow can almost see what I am there with this city,  a crown upon my head and wings of lights as I stretch my arms and wonder at whether I would fall, or fly into this place here that is what I know, but is also what I don't know.   

Written in November 2011

City - Scorpion Moon

Lyrics

‘Neath the cacophony there is a living beat
A heart that never sleeps
Held in the honey walls, secrets and gargoyles
A lover’s harking hall
Oh sweep me away, lead me astray
Within your winsome arms
Lift me on the wings of your symphonic din
Like the rush of breathing

City under my dreams
Light at the seams
Holds a spilling halo
Music, rapturous tears
Speaks as a seer
In the tongue of fallen angels
Take me further

Temples of fractured high kissing a weeping sky
And crowned in sun break gold
Night, a reflection of smoke in the vestibules
Of every waking door
Oh teach me to pray on the autumnal grey
For nothing but witching hours
Lost in the delicate skin of your cobblestone mist
And your seeking pleasure

City under my dreams
Light at the seams
Holds a spilling halo
Music, rapturous tears
Speaks as a seer
In the tongue of fallen angels
Take me further

Strangers in marble halls
A dance of colliding starts
Furtively dream of stars

Oh let me be changed by the shadows and veins
Held by your seabound walls
Trace the ruins renamed, these morphing refrains
Oh they sing enraptured, chaos captured
Take me further
Take me further
Take me further

Sora
Andrea Hunt

Story

At some point, we are all locked in a tower of our own making and can see no way out.  Sometimes it just takes a change of perspective to dissolve the real and imaginary walls holding us in.  This is a song for my three beautiful daughters, a call to them to not wait for the prince to save them, to reject ideas of saviors and rather be the protagonists in their own quirky and beautiful stories.   And sometimes, just sometimes I think it’s a song I wrote to sing to my teenage self, to say “one day, little bird, you will soar”.  

I have known many teenagers in my life, and so vividly remember being one. It is as yesterday to me, all the drama, the struggle for independence and sense of self. Most of all I remember the yearning, oh how I yearned. It is a time as if possessed, highly emotive and bewitched almost. Somehow it just all makes sense to me that Rapunzel is the one to give voice to such longing to become.

Written in July of 2011

The Tower - Scorpion Moon

Lyrics

Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your golden hair
Tumbling, fumbling from your fairy tale

Hold through these witching years
A tangle of fragile tears, so lost
You thought that I could not hear
Your lonely song
Oh I know your fears
For you’re locked in this tower of feeling
With no key
No door
You’ve waited all twisted and plaited
To become so much more

You wait for a prince to come
But who shall he save you from, yourself?
No one can gift you freedom
It’s a window cut through beauty’s ransom
Oh you’re locked in this tower of feeling
With no key
No door
You’re waiting all twisted and plaited
To become so, so much more

Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down this hurting cage
Rapunzel, Rapunzel let go this binding gauge
Rapunzel the tower is yours to change

One day these shadows long
Will fall to your brilliant song, I swear
We all wander blind for years
Only to open and see so clear
No longer this tower of feeling
With no key
No door
Don’t wait all twisted and plaited
To become so much more

You are more.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your golden hair

Hold

03:52
Sora
Andrea Hunt

Story

Approximately 8% of adults will experience clinical depression in their lifetime, a debilitating and isolating reality.   Those statistics tell me that everyone has known someone with clinical depression, someone reading this right now has been mired in the depths of that dark spiral.  Once I was asked "do you understand?" when confronted with the terrible reality of another's misery.  I wasn't sure how to answer, not wanting to discount or take away from the pain I was being presented with.  This song was my answer.  

Written in January 2010

The Tower - Scorpion Moon

Lyrics

Love, dry your eyes
I hold you inside
Let all of this beauty fall
Let it fall through you now
Cast off the mantle of Atlas
And let me hold your sadness
The offering hand
Bridging the sky and the land
Darling I know how you’ve cried
Shuddering chasms of mind
Oh there is nothing to say
To chase such shadows away
So I will hold on
Hold on with you

Courage, it seems
A never ending bleed
What use is vanquishing the night
Only to be blinded by the light?
Sometimes it’s living each bated breath
To find yet another left
The heart pounding still
Is your true strength of will
Darling I know how you’ve tried
To banish all those cracks that you hide
No I won’t let you go
Into the darkness alone
So I will hold on
Hold on

Darling I know of your tides
Filaments of moon spun desires
Held in your long, deep sea
Is such knowing of me
Please won’t you hold on?
Hold on with me

Love dry your eyes
I hold you inside

Sora
Andrea Hunt

Story

Written in June 2011

Piper - Scorpion Moon

Lyrics

There was this note hung in my bleak sky
A wavering star, trembling, like wandering lullabies
So beauty is flawed
Gossamer wings torn from the light
Still, there to find

You are my piper, a luminous sound
The offering of frailty in your wounded song
A choice in the darkness to stand or to fall
I choose a life of meaning
I choose to stand and bleed for love
Oh for love
To live though the world was on fire

There was this night I finally saw you
Beyond all the veils of meaning, naked of pride
Opened your hands, their delicate thorns
Such savage desire
Pain cannot hide

You are my piper, a luminous sound
The offering of frailty in your wounded song
A choice in the darkness to dance or to fall
I choose a life of meaning
I choose to stand and bleed for love
Oh for love
To live though the world was on fire

Oh dance like the world was on fire
Kiss me, sing my name
Let my heart be glass
And love though the world was no more

You are my piper, a luminous sound
The offering of frailty in your wounded song
A choice in the darkness to dance or to fall
I choose a life of meaning
I choose to stand and bleed for love
Oh for love
To live though the world was on fire

There was this note
The call of freedom

Sora
Andrea Hunt

Story

Inspired by “The Velveteen Rabbit” – Margery Williams

For years I had in my mind the idea of writing a song about a stuffy.  Originally I meant to write about a lost toy and even had a video in my mind.  When it came to writing the song, I kept coming back to the notion of “realness” from the Velveteen Rabbit.   People often look to others to be the doorway of validation for their lives.   What it is that truly makes us real, the titles and traits others bestow upon us or the ones we claim for ourselves?    

Written in February of 2012

Proof of Life - Scorpion Moon

Lyrics

I thought your love would make me real
Give me a heart, not just this space
Waiting for filler and messy parts
Waiting for more

Could I be real without you?
You were the door
The passageway to tomorrow

Lots of strange ways to be made
Some were so sharp, clockworks and ire
Me, I was soft, velveteen
Plush doesn’t break

Maybe I’m real without you
There’s still a door
A passageway to tomorrow
These wounding tears falling for you
Proof of a life, the moment I knew
You weren’t my savior though I loved you true
Gifts sometimes hurt
And I was real
Oh I was real
I am real without you

I was the door
The passageway to my tomorrow

Sora
Andrea Hunt

Story

The concepts for songs always germinate long before I write the first words.  There seems to be this settling period in which I don't even truly think about a song so much as I muse around themes and try to find my way through the timeless archetypes that seemingly all songs seem to center around: love, sorrow, grief, journeys.  So when asked to write a song for a very interesting independent short film script by Bryan P. Hunt about death and moving on, I sat on the thoughts for months and months.  Death has always been difficult for me to form words around, everything I come up with seems trite in the face of oblivion.   In the end, it always comes back around to the beginning and from this simple truth came this one line "I didn't know that dying would be so hard".  And with that one line, a song flows, line after line, words tumbling after each other to place themselves in this picture of almost despondency but hopefully with some truth as well.   Some believe death is release, and it probably is for most.  Perhaps though, love, though the most hopeful and beautiful of emotions, is a chain that ties us to another without the physical body with which to manifest it.

Written for the independent film "Moving On" by Bryan P. Hunt in February of 2011

Moving On - Scorpion Moon

Lyrics

I didn’t know that dying would be so hard
I couldn’t know the light would fade away
When I would not let you go
And now I’m lost to time
Close your eyes darling
And let me lie with silence
I’d tell you I’ll be there when you wake
The truth we know, morning is gone
And I cry in shades of grey

I need to move on
Move on
My yearning heart isn’t strong enough
To hold you through the veil

I didn’t want for you to live this dead life
Where I am gone but ever presently
And my voice, the static loop of echoes
Requiem of fallen leaves
Let me go, release me
That I might know freedom
I’m bound in chains of memory
Forgive of me this selfish need
To love you beyond my dust and bones

I need to move on
Move on
My yearning heart isn’t strong enough
To hold you through the veil

I don’t deserve your pedestal
Please don’t keep me this way
Remember me, but let me fade
The ashes of day

I need to move on
Move on
My yearning heart isn’t strong enough
To hold you through the veil
To hold you through the veil

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