The musical genius and aesthetic quality of The Gathering, as well as the influence they have exerted over the course of the past twenty-two years, requires much more that a single post. And then there is also the issue of love, that sweet fire burning in my chest, as well as in the chests of many others during these years.
And as far as their new musical output is concerned, I think the lyric used as a title for this post is pretty explicit...
Fading falling
Slow winds breaking soundscapes
And waves of velvet sweeping
Into me
You moved all that was in my world
And showed me all the new colours
In my universe where storms run
Falling, falling, falling, fall into me
I hear echoes of my speech
And I see shadows of my walk
I feel the past
I always look backwards
Fighting, floating
Tasting blood in my mouth
Ancient damp painting ruins
Feel the rising chill
I listened to the sound of your airs
We’re watching stone saints fall over
While the black crows will be taking to the sky
Falling, falling, falling, fall into me
I hear echoes of my speech
And I see shadows of my walk
I feel the past
I always look backwards
My heart is drifting through all shades of green
My head is thinking through meadows of the sea
Lonely as I am
Expanding the scene where I've never (ever) been
A promise at last to call back the past
To finish off with you - I'm finishing off with you
Sliding down
My head is thinking through meadows of the sea
Lonely as I am
Expanding the scene where I've never (ever) been
A promise at last to call back the past
To finish off with you - I'm finishing off with you
Sliding down
Lyrics by Silje Wergeland
The Gathering: Frank Boeijen - keyboards, Marjolein Kooijman - bass, Hans Rutten - drums, René Rutten - guitars, Silje Wergeland - vocals.
Guests: Jos van den Dungen - violin and viola, Noel Hoffman - trumpet
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