'River Song' by FLOATSTONE
The summer of 2018 was long and hot. It turned out to be one big harvest. Food. Love.
And here is a musical harvest. River Song, born out of the ether and the steady background murmur of the mountain stream that formed the soundscape to its birth.
Love is food for the soul. So is music.
Like a river.
This recording is part of the pre-production process of a new and upcoming FLOATSTONE Album.
Music and Lyrics by FLOATSTONE
Filmed by CYLEONG.be
http://www.floatstone.be
RIVER SONG
Write me a river song she said
Feel the fountain well up in your head
Cry out a horse’s whinny
Fill your spine with kundalini
Write me a river song she said
You can put yourself down at the table
Take out your precious paper and pen
Call yourself willing and able
Dream up places you have never been
Write me a river song she said
If you write it, I will flow for you
Let it ooze from your fingertips
Lay your head between my hips
And write me a river song she said
The river shapes all sharp things round
Rubs rough things smooth
Digs valleys from the ground
Will do you good
Write me a river song she said
Wade into the water come out a different man
Lay me down on the earthen shore
Drink the salt from my very pores
Write me a river song she said
Pen stands mute upon the paper
Its arcing shadow marking time
You cannot write a river, no one can shape her
Put down the pen and she will come
Write me a river song she said
It will widen after the waterfall
You will drift out from the welter
Leisurely explore the delta
Write me a river song she said
You can pray all day for a drop of rain
While the beating sun drives you insane
You can pour your tears from a paper cup
Into the cracks in the soil that keep opening up
Like your skin going dry from deep within
Where your soul is swimming wondering where you have been
So come on
Write me a river song
She said
© 2018 FLOATSTONE