A friend ointed me to the live stream of Florence + the Machine’s set at Coachella 2015 from last month.
This is part of the result. 🙂
I cannot stay in sorrow…
I hear your voice, and see the flaming lights,
And I am not afraid. I cannot fear,
Because the ebbing fury of the sound
Arrests my skittish nerves, corrals them all,
And drives them to the dungeon where they’ll sleep.
The strobing lights can’t break the silences,
But wrestle to the front of consciousness.
They tell me that they’re here with strident shouts
That follow me from rainy Halifax
To Western mountains sending back the codes
Of long-forgotten echoes to the winds.
The floodlights will recall me to my life:
“I AM ALIVE! My legs still burn
With scarlet rough adrenaline, with rage,
With coolest azure joy each time I wake.
My smiles still bear the weight of childish fear,
And hide the effort of this mask of joy.
I live; I love. These statements are the same.”
I see your fiery dancing on the stage,
And hear the liquid strumming of the harp:
It calls me back to where it all began,
To life’s deep thorns where all my questions bleed,
To where my answers melt, like moulded steel,
In furnaces on gaseous foreign moons.
Glissando notes fall through the ebon sky
And handclaps follow me to kindest sleep.
I cannot take resentment through the dark,
Or let my sorrow dog my every move:
The doldrum days where leaden Sadness rules,
With iron sceptre writ with lily runes,
Are part of desert days. That time is past.
My sorrow will not leave me in a blink,
And yet I recognize its transience.
I cannot stay in sorrow, or I die.
And so I kiss the dancing firelight,
And breathe into the Colorado air
With those who dance to save their sweating souls.
I blend into the hazy air of spring,
With no regrets, with not a shred of fear.
The music brings me back my flaming joys—
The lust for life that sings with killer whales,
The meditative burst of happiness
That sees a rainbow on an off-white wall,
And plunges—full immersion—into song.