We've Dreamt That Beauty Exists
A nice little jingle made in 4 hours.
Computers never seemed so natural...
Zoios is an attempt at something wonderful, albeit pretentious.
Story behind the song
Not much to it. I got out of bed 5 hours ago, starting making this song and finished it 1 hour ago.
It's easily going into the Fishing for Fire album concept, most likely trailing "Defeatist Theory of Survival," y'know, for the contrast.
Lyrics
May 5th
(2) "Shards of Light Reciting Poetry as Winds Chime"
Dear Diary;
For the past three days, I've felt something drift closer to me. Something ethereal, just on the other side of the air. It grated at me, like icicles poking at the center of my chest. But as the feeling absorbed and expanded throughout my body, it was warm.
You probably recall that I don't speak of my dreams often because I don't remember them at all upon waking up. Well, last night was my first exception. Odder still, this dream was not of pessimism. Truly, I think it was the first time I fancied the feeling of contentment and beauty, for it was like a sudden proof that beauty does indeed exist after all.
Visually, it seemed like I was caught just beneath paradise, suspended in a bright, exhilarating fog. And piercing through the defined contours of heavenly clouds were beams of pristine, white light. They shown through, and I remembered the feeling of icicles. But they were not sharp, nor were they cold. Instead they were simply crystal, and without any provocation, they reverberated like distant bells and wind chimes, and this percussive language told me stories and poems that made me believe, as though in total lucidity, that beautiful things were in fact all about me, always. I simply forgot how to spot and understand them.
The shining forest of crystal shards grew denser, and as I was becoming more engulfed in their claustrophobic splendor, I fancied that angels – or similar heavenly forces – were bolstering this symphony of chiming with music of their own. Truly, it was a glorious experience, and I desperately didn't want to leave as the sounds and music drifted farther away.
