Eons

2 weeks ago by @shuttlebat

Liner Notes

I've been contemplating the idea of generational nostalgia - the moments where an experience you're having feels familiar and comforting, mainly because it's an experience that we as humans have experienced for as long as we have been humans, more or less. This partly ties to the lines in Susan Coopers' poem The Shortest Day, "Through all the frosty ages you can hear them /Echoing behind us ‐ listen! /All the long echoes, sing the same delight, /This Shortest Day"

This is very much me knocking off the rust of the year, and I don't have a melody in mind yet, but I like the rhythm of it.

Lyrics

Can you hear them? Listen, listen
Echoing the day to day
Ringing hours through the ages
Calm from centuries away

Snoring kittens in the corner
Wind that stirs the dancing flame
Raindrops pooling by the doorstep
Voices lifting, songs proclaimed

Can you feel them? Hold your hands out
Reaching fore and back in time
Memories are strong imprinted
Wrapping fast like flowering vines

Dough pressed strongly 'gainst the counter
Fingers warmed on mugs of tea
Fog that clings to you like cobwebs
Diving deep into the sea

Can you see them, faintly glimmer?
Joy from generations past
Sparking the familiar feelings
Pictures aged, but colorfast

Snowflakes lifting on the windgusts
Sunrise cresting pale and blue
Flowerbuds that dot the hill sides
Threaded stitches holding true

Moonlight shining, heavy drumbeats,
Blushing skin and love to hold
Cresting hills that lead you homeward
Teaching skill to young from old

Moments fleeting, from tradition
Tethered between then and now
Mother's mirror, father's fable
Branches grow as roots allow

As you walk through time's advancing,
Feeling you've been here before
Ripple through the lives behind you
Nostalgia through the eon's yore

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