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Wings
Folk
Wings was released on August 31, 2022 by 2980477 Records DK as a part of the album In the Chaos
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Release DateAugust 31, 2022
Label2980477 Records DK
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM160

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Em Sollerman
Em Sollerman
Songwriter

Lyrics

"Isn't it great?" he says "to be late
Because you had a little breakdown
In the bathroom ten minutes ago"
"I'm fine! Just give me a moment to catch my breath
Poison ivy held my eyelids open in
The mirror, saying 'look at what you are
Does it make you tremble?'
And I trembled, but then I remembered
That a hundred times I've crumbled
That I'm bruised all over from the times I've stumbled
I bet that's why my eyes look blue
I'm alright, I'm shaking to keep warm
That was a lie, but this is what lies are for
In stuffy rooms with many eyes
I want to run and not look back
Claws wrap around my chest so tight
Waiting for a crack
And sometimes when I shut my eyes
I see wild and violent water
Wondering, just for fun I mean
If the river would take me if I fought her"
(Thirteen years old I was fighting for my life
The villains were already crushing me under their lies)
Then he hears the seagulls shriek and he too wants to scream
'Cos sure it's neat to be alive but oh my god shut up
Even as it starts to rain, the fuckers won't cease
Mocking him with bitter memories – they whisper
(I will write about how my past is kinda like a loaded gun
How I'm scared the contents of my heart will
Come out sounding really fucking dumb)
"Man up, grow your muscles
Boys don't cry, they objectify
You have to try harder to fit in
Drink beer not wine, don't sing too high
Think of how you hold your hands
Don't look below his eyes
Grow a pair, no it's not fair
But it's how it's done, so it must be right"
And it's so stupid, it makes his blood boil
Makes him want to crawl out of his skin
So he grabs a fistful of control
And he shuts himself in
(It's so stupid that they want to tell me how to be)
There's no need to worry, he can take care of himself
He just needs to pour his red hot blood out with ink from time to time
Jotting down words he hears in the wind
Is kind of his way of stretching his wings
(I swear that I'll come back, meet me up ahead
I am the one with the horns on my head)
"Wouldn't it be cool?" he says "to be loved
For exactly what you are and
Every wound that's on your heart
(There is something pulling me into the deep unknown
To the wild though winter's coming and the autumn winds blow cold)
(For someone to sing the harmony
To the melody of all that I can't be)
(I don't wanna kill the creatures deep inside my heart)
Oh, I'm fine! I just feel like I am more
Don't wanna pull the weeds, I wanna plant new seeds
Find what my soul is yearning for
A place to rest my ruffled feathers
(The stars have said while smirking, "go on, find it on your own"
I just hope it's not my marbles that have flown into the sun)
(Oh I realize)
And I tremble, but then I remember
There has been a change in the weather
Now that the whole world is coming untethered
The horizon sings a song I once knew
(Find me in the chaos, in the crowds that you're afraid of)
I'm alright, I'm hurtling through a storm
Maybe I'll reach out my hands to see who can keep them warm"
Oh my, overcast skies
Are not a bad omen
Cos rain feeds seeds once sown
And pain makes good poems
Oh god, the night is dark
But we are not alone
With the soft resilience of dandelions
Through cracks in the concrete we grow
There are mountains left to climb, oh yes
And lessons left to learn
But oh, if only his younger self knew
What's waiting for him in this world
(There is not a single word which too late will be heard
Not a single bird without a voice to sing its fate)
(Grow and grow and grow and grow)
There's no need to worry, life is scary but love is great
The tears behind his eyes settle into the space between the lines
As he's jotting down words he hears in the wind
Spreading his once clean off broken wings
(Wake up, this is not a dream
Raise your eyes, it's dawning
I will try to find you by telling you these stories)
(It's in your blood, the iron of stars
The blood of ancient gods)
(It could be a blessing if you look at it that way)
(I've had quite enough of their bullshit)
(Pinky swear you won't grow bitter)
Jotting down words he hears in the wind
Pouring his red hot blood out with ink
Spreading his once clean off broken wings
Written by: Em Sollerman
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