Sunday, February 19, 2012

Stained Glass (SpinTunes Shadow)

This song is a response to the Spintunes #4 Round 1 challenge. If you'll recall, the challenge was
Night Terrors - Write a song about a childhood nightmare. Include significant use of rubato. (2 minute minimum) (your submission is due January 29th 11:59PM)

Example: "Love Of My Life" by Queen
Definition: Wikipedia 
Now, I can't shadow during the round, but after the competition all is rosy. So here is the contestants' opportunity to respond back in the credits and critique their little hearts out. Please do so in the comments below. And if that's not enough, we have a second shadow for you to crucify.



"Stained Glass" is about a dream that William Hoover had when he was a very young child. Underneath the house, in the basement, skeletal figures were gambling and boozing it up. On being chased he found himself trapped... (the "heavenly door" here is a coffin lid). As with many of our songs, we're not going for any kind of narrative here... which would be silly regarding a dream anyway. We're going for a mood, which here is a sort of "high-energy creepy".

I've deliberately left this rendition devoid of an instrumental bridge or much frill of any kind, really... I have another version planned. (muah-hahaha). I did want to get this in on my blog between my first and second round commentary, though... so no waiting.

Stained Glass
lyrics by William Hoover

Skeletons in the cellar decide to deal another round
As the spotted bleached white bones rattle on the ground
Decks of cards of soap, dice all made of bone
Dot the filthy earth just underneath our home

the skylight shroud in blackness just between the mezzanines
Trapped between past and passing moments
Of the real time and the dream

Is this sleep?
Was there sleep?
Closed eyes aren't always as they seem
Reach up and touch a heavenly door
And enter the inner screams

You wake up your sweat is cold
Your heart is in your throat
There's a chill upon your soul
As the images vanish into papal smoke

The haunting chants from the pipes within
Send shiver signs God never gave
Walking barefoot upon broken stained glass
As the shrouded druids cross themselves and tread upon my grave 

You wake up your sweat is cold
Your heart is in your throat
There's a chill upon your soul
As the images vanish into papal smoke

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