The Silence has Wings V15
v4
@Frank Gottwald
The Silence has Wings V15
v4
@Frank Gottwald
Lyrics
[Children choir alone, free rhythm, no beat, no instruments, fragile nursery-rhyme feel]
Little bees over yellow flowers
Counting gold in the morning hours
[Instant shock-cut into brutal 4/4 hard rock, raw female lead, distorted guitars, Hammond hook]
Then the fields go quiet
Then the fruit turns black
Then the summer loses
What it can’t bring back
No wings in the orchard
No dance in the sun
No map made of honey
No work being done
[Stop-and-go riff section, sudden silence cuts, organ and guitar answer]
They poisoned the clover
They poisoned the rain
They sold us the harvest
And left us the pain
No buzz in the morning
No gold in the grain
No queen in the darkness
No honey in the veins
[Short instrumental hook, Hammond organ riff, dirty guitar motif, Moog answer]
The flowers stand open
With nobody there
The wind moves the petals
Like bones in the air
The silence has wings
But it doesn’t fly
It hangs over gardens
Like a blackened sky
The silence has wings
And it crawls through the grain
When the last bee is gone
Only hunger remains
[Heavy half-time stomp, fuzz bass forward, drums slower and heavier]
Little hands draw flowers
With yellow and green
But the fields outside them
Look empty and mean
Grandfather remembers
A garden alive
A thunder of tiny wings
Keeping spring alive
Now the apples fall hollow
The berries taste dry
The sun has a fever
And the rivers run shy
[Stop-start rhythm, sharp band hits, Hammond stabs]
Who broke the morning
Who burned the hive
Who taught the poison
How to look alive
Who sold the blossom
Who named it progress
Who fed the silence
And called it success
[Return to driving 4/4 hard rock, bigger chorus, stronger drums]
The silence has wings
But it doesn’t fly
It hangs over gardens
Like a blackened sky
The silence has wings
And it crawls through the grain
When the last bee is gone
Only hunger remains
[Crooked 3/4 nightmare waltz, broken music-box motif, children choir echo]
Round and round the dead fields turn
Golden flowers fail to burn
One two three, the black seeds learn
What we lose will not return
Round and round the small wings sleep
Under soil and poisoned deep
One two three, the children keep
Asking why the flowers weep
[Still 3/4 waltz, darker, twisted organ melody, eerie buzzing synths]
No little workers in the light
No yellow dust on legs in flight
No trembling dance to map the way
No living bells to wake the day
Round and round the pale moons spin
Empty combs and paper skin
One two three, the hunger’s in
The place where spring has never been
[Sudden silence, then crash back to fast-feeling 4/4 hard rock with new guitar and Moog hook]
Break the hive of greed
Break the crown of smoke
Break the hand that feeds
The fields until they choke
Wake the root
Wake the rain
Wake the seed
Start again
[Instrumental battle, Hammond organ versus dirty guitar, fast 4/4 drive]
We are not the owners
We are not the kings
We are only breathing
Because of smaller things
We are not above them
We are not al
Little bees over yellow flowers
Counting gold in the morning hours
[Instant shock-cut into brutal 4/4 hard rock, raw female lead, distorted guitars, Hammond hook]
Then the fields go quiet
Then the fruit turns black
Then the summer loses
What it can’t bring back
No wings in the orchard
No dance in the sun
No map made of honey
No work being done
[Stop-and-go riff section, sudden silence cuts, organ and guitar answer]
They poisoned the clover
They poisoned the rain
They sold us the harvest
And left us the pain
No buzz in the morning
No gold in the grain
No queen in the darkness
No honey in the veins
[Short instrumental hook, Hammond organ riff, dirty guitar motif, Moog answer]
The flowers stand open
With nobody there
The wind moves the petals
Like bones in the air
The silence has wings
But it doesn’t fly
It hangs over gardens
Like a blackened sky
The silence has wings
And it crawls through the grain
When the last bee is gone
Only hunger remains
[Heavy half-time stomp, fuzz bass forward, drums slower and heavier]
Little hands draw flowers
With yellow and green
But the fields outside them
Look empty and mean
Grandfather remembers
A garden alive
A thunder of tiny wings
Keeping spring alive
Now the apples fall hollow
The berries taste dry
The sun has a fever
And the rivers run shy
[Stop-start rhythm, sharp band hits, Hammond stabs]
Who broke the morning
Who burned the hive
Who taught the poison
How to look alive
Who sold the blossom
Who named it progress
Who fed the silence
And called it success
[Return to driving 4/4 hard rock, bigger chorus, stronger drums]
The silence has wings
But it doesn’t fly
It hangs over gardens
Like a blackened sky
The silence has wings
And it crawls through the grain
When the last bee is gone
Only hunger remains
[Crooked 3/4 nightmare waltz, broken music-box motif, children choir echo]
Round and round the dead fields turn
Golden flowers fail to burn
One two three, the black seeds learn
What we lose will not return
Round and round the small wings sleep
Under soil and poisoned deep
One two three, the children keep
Asking why the flowers weep
[Still 3/4 waltz, darker, twisted organ melody, eerie buzzing synths]
No little workers in the light
No yellow dust on legs in flight
No trembling dance to map the way
No living bells to wake the day
Round and round the pale moons spin
Empty combs and paper skin
One two three, the hunger’s in
The place where spring has never been
[Sudden silence, then crash back to fast-feeling 4/4 hard rock with new guitar and Moog hook]
Break the hive of greed
Break the crown of smoke
Break the hand that feeds
The fields until they choke
Wake the root
Wake the rain
Wake the seed
Start again
[Instrumental battle, Hammond organ versus dirty guitar, fast 4/4 drive]
We are not the owners
We are not the kings
We are only breathing
Because of smaller things
We are not above them
We are not al
Style of Music
The rhythm changes must be obvious, not subtle. Do not keep the same drum groove. Use clear section changes: no-beat children intro, 4/4 attack, stop-start riff, half-time stomp, 3/4 waltz, hard 4/4 r
