The Bounding of Memory

 

I. Transformation

What's life to a living
too tired to break a sweat?
The dark fight, the grieving
When "never" and "ever"
Come to an end


As requested by Sarah P.

"What's life to a living... Come to an end"

The Bounding of Memory is entirely inpsired by "A Grief Observed" by C. S. Lewis. Although it is divided in three parts, my intention wasn't to describe the stages of Grief but rather synthesize the changing aspects in a grievieng person. Transformation is how every memory of a person mutate after death, as well this first verse is simply the setup for that rumination.


The time they turn to dust once again
The life they learned, the vows they made
Turn to sand

One night feels like ever
When no needs would compel me outside this home
I don't mind the moving hands of the clock
For my heart they'll never point again

The time they turn to dust once again
The life they learned, the vows they made
Turn to sand
Cold like stones on the spine
Black like hell
A love word that pierces the minds
Will come to an end

Will turn to sand once again

And now I'll turn to dust once again
The life I learned the vows I made turn to sand

And now I'll turn to dust once again
The life I learned the vows I made turn to sand


As requested by Sarah P.

"And now I'll turn... to sand"

I've chose to wrote this part in first person mainly to introduce the second track of the release.




II. The Great Alone


How can you stay awake forever?
How do you keep no regrets
When it appears to be nothing
That's letting me down?
If you could tell I feel different
Then I would play any game
When life appears in my system
Will I feel down again?

Never made sense to die for love
How could I stand
Alone into the great alone?
One night I'll be there
Thorugh my life I'll try
Remaining far from it
But not enough for me to forget


As requested by Sarah P.

"How could I stand alone into the great alone?"

"Alone into the Great Alone" comes from another C. S. Lewis work called "Spirits in Bondage: A Cycle of Lyrics" in particolar from its XIV poetry called "The Witch". Admitted my obsession with Lewis work, what really stood up for me in that poetry is not only the setup (The burning of a woman accused of sorcery) but his austere view of death. For a christian or a member of any other religion that shares the view of an afterlife, the Great Alone is for the grieving livings. For the young Lewis, I guess, it probably was for the dead.


It doesn't care if I'm ready
It doesn't care if I'm right
I just don't feel like I'm steady
And it's letting me down again

Never made sense to die for love
How could I stand
Alone into the great alone?
One night I'll be there
Through my life I'll try
Remaining far from it
But not enough for me to forget

Not so far

Never made sense to die for love
How could I stand alone into the great alone