A darkness story

Turn darkness into a lighthouse. A la faveur de la nuit, Emma Broughton nous fait traverser le Styx avec un morceau méditatif surnaturel. On pourrait croiser le fantôme de A Ghost Story, la vie, la mort, la lumière, l’obscurité sont les faces d’une même pièce. Ce premier titre from Emma est un baume apaisant, une invitation à visiter la mer de la Tranquillité.

Blumi – Blumi the darkness

I saw you coming all
all shaved and white, you were
glowing dark in the
early moonlight and I
found it strange, that I liked the sight.

He told me you were fighting, you caught
the urge to fight.
For the fury in you would not
take long to ignite, leave you
a lion, like a lion in a madhouse.

Blumi the darkness, you chose the offsite,
took its beauty over the good life.

Blumi the darkness, I can
see no white.
Your skin is covered up
turned inside and out, but the
touch is soft, and would you stay the night ?

Blumi the darkness, Blumi the light,
make things go wrong, would that not make them right ?

Aaah

Blumi the darkness, you
call me.
For when I stand by I can
see myself entirely and
feel alright with this thing they call darkness in me.

Blumi the darkness I was not taught to fight,
would you put your hands together and teach me to bite ?
Blumi the darkness, Blumi the light,
make things go wrong, would that not make them right ?
Turn darkness into a lighthouse.