"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

#Spooktober 23 – Signs of Life

Is there anything more Halloweenish than Neil Gaiman? Oh yes, there is: an album by Neil Gaiman and the FourPlay String Quartet.
Described as a “Classical Crossover”, it features Neil’s voice alongside a violin, two violas and a cello. Words are primarily by Neil, when they’re not from Shakespeare, and the music follows without effort. The quartet supports with voices, and here it is: a wonderful album full of haunting tunes.

Having to pick one, I picked Bloody Sunrise, track nr3, the story of a miserable vampire.

Every night when I crawl out of my grave
Looking for someone to meet
Some way that we’ll misbehave
Every night when I go out on the prowl
And then I fly through the night
With the bats and the owls
Every time I meet somebody
I think you might be the one
I’ve been on my own for too long
When I pull them closer to me
Bloody sunrise comes again
Leaves me hungry and alone
Every time
Bloody sunrise comes again
And I’m nowhere to be found
Every time
And you’re a memory and gone
Something else that I can blame on
Bloody sunrise
Every night I put on my smartest threads
And I go into the town
And I don’t even look dead
Every night I smile and I say, “Hi”
And no one ever smiles back
And if I could, I’d just die
But when I’m lucky, I do get lucky
And I think you might be the one
Even though the time is flying
When we get to the time of dying
Bloody sunrise comes again
Leaves me hungry and alone
Every time
Bloody sunrise comes again
And I’m nowhere to be found
Every time
And you’re a memory and gone
Something else that I can blame on
Bloody sunrise
And you’re a memory and gone
Something else that I can blame on
Bloody sunrise

Track List

  1. Clock
  2. Möbius Strip
  3. Bloody Sunrise
  4. The Wreckers
  5. Song Of The Song
  6. Credo
  7. Neverwhere
  8. Poem First Read On January 26th 2011 At The Sydney Opera House
  9. The Problem With Saints
  10. In Transit
  11. Signs Of A Life
  12. Oceanic

 

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