Category: Writers Block
This is the first song i ever wrote It's dedicated to a man called Giordano Bruno who was a philosipher from the 16th century. He was burnt at the steak for saying the world was round.
In the face of the torture inflicted by the inquisition, he never recanted. Hisanswer to the sentence of death by fire was "perhaps you, my judges, pronounce this sentence against me with more fear than i recieve it."
I wrote the song because i think more people should know his story.
I hear the voices drifting down the corradoor,
I hear the voices drifting down the corradoor to me,
And here I sit in my solitude,
And the world outside continues on without me.
Cruel voices drifting down the corradoor,
Cruel voices, unfeeling, judgmental and afraid,
of the ideas that i tried to convey,
That would bring their world crashing down around them.
Chains of iron and candle light, with chains upon my chains
A prisoner of god? well, at least that's what they tell me,
Inquisitors and monks and endless pain,
Then they wash their hands and say "your will is done lord"
I extend my hand, into the burning flame,
And i can't understand,
Why these hypocrits and liars, these brutal falseffyers can go on,
Dictating how we all should think and feel.
Now, i see the starlight,
mocking me from on high,
You mock me still, for these things that I tried to change,
But the world outside wasn't even listening.
Why god oh why? do you tolerate these people with their lies,
is this a world that pleases you, or do you despise us,
for these killings that we make in your name,
Or do you believe the truth should stay well hidden?
Now the time is nie, they open up the door into my cell,
"by holy god get on your feet," you and god can go to hell,
My thoughts are free, you can not take them from me,
And the only god is the god that dwells within me.
Early Morn is breaking, the multitudes are gathering,
I see the men, women children all have come to see the execution,
Of the man who has defied the lord,
And a thousand years of dominating history.
Someone reads a prayer but i hardly even notice,
They are piling wood around me,
Someone brings a torch, the flames rush higher and higher,
And now I think, i finally understand,
My sacrefise may not have been in vain
I extend my hand, into the burning flame,
And now I understand
why these hypocrits and liars, these brutal falsefyers must go on,
dictating how we all must think and feel.
So you think you have won, you can live another day,
Let me tell you before the darkness does take me away,
No matter how you try to block the sight and the sounds,
You can't hold back the whispering forever.
LOL I thought this post was about the Giordano's pizza place in Chicago. If he were alive today, he would be insulted that they named such shitty food after him.
good one gal. i love your writing as ever
That was amazing, it really made me feel part of that scene.
When I was reading it, it reminded me of Socrates,, who I'm sure before taking his own poison had some similar thaughts. Very interesting. I like these boards, it's very interesting to see what ideas originate where.