It's an ode for not sacrificing love in the midst of extreme injustice.
Music & Lyrics: Jamie O'Keefe
Vocals / Guitar: Jamie O'Keefe
Bass: Yuri Pavlinov
Drums: Danny Farrugia
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There was this guy called Ark, which is why Arkane is spelt that way in the song title, who was a really talented drawer although he had been addicted to heroin and had been in jail. I met him in his final years where he gave me some drawing lessons. "You can already draw!" is what he said to me. The last time I saw him I was busking and he looked at me with a glint in his eye. He was found dead shortly after, and it had been ruled a suicide. He loved his animals, especially his dogs, which I thought he wouldn't leave behind which made me question if it was a suicide, but being an ex con the police didn't investigate to hard into it, which is the way of things, unfortunately. I had been helping this aboriginal elder out with things like posting things, writing emails etc because he was pretty old and had some disabilities. One day two younger aboriginals came around,and not realising I was friends with Ark, admitted to killing him with smiles on their faces. They could have been lying to up their "street cred" but I'm not sure. Anyway, this song is not necessarily about that, but I feel like a part of that energy was channelled into this song.
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- Arkane Bliss -
Friends make the best, enemies I guess
It's a pair of ducks, in a truth filled nest
At a funeral, her seeds have been sown
And the Happy Prince, is now made of stone.
It feels like I’ve calmed down
Maybe I’m coming around again
Feels like I've calmed down
Maybe I’m flying round the bend
Like a bird without a cage
Like a simpleton turned sage
In a room without a door
With a marble tiled floor
Try release my peaceful dove
And I turn hate into love
Whilst Chimera’s burn, Salience glows
Like Tesla’s dove, and rhyming prose
It’s funny how, we demonize
Saviours the most... punish the wise!
She runs to me, my empyrean
For in her eyes, Nirvikalpa’s seen....
It fits
The Venial Christ commits
An Alexithemic Kiss
You are My Arcane Bliss
Is what it feels like
Without my wings
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