Monet's Furies

Monet's Furies


As I walk along the river,
I hear the mournful bugler
Watching as light shimmies
off the broken jetties
I stare in fascination,
spellbound with Monet’s Furies


Chorus

Only a matter of degrees
Between the mad and skulking junkies
And the ever rising frieze of evergreens
Composed of holly, yew and cypress trees
My soul’s journey retraces places
And in you, it still believes


Freed to go, my steps retraced
Sapping emotions effaced
Cannot reign in this domain
Loss and misery both slain

Now One with shimmering light,
Dancing off the jetties
Laced with its fascination,
Spellbound with Monet’s Furies


Chorus

Only a matter of degrees
Between the mad and skulking junkies
And the ever rising frieze of evergreens
Composed of holly, yew and cypress trees
My soul’s journey retraces places
And in you, it still believes

Music to accompany: piano, saxaphone and drum beat (low)  The song was inspired while walking along the Maribyrnong River in Melbourne; I feel that the song needs to be talked/sung (?!?) throughout.