NIGHTWISH


Song Of Myself Lyrics

[1. from a dusty bookshelf]



[2. all that great heart lying still]



the nightingale is still locked in the cage
the deep breath i took still poisons my lungs
an old oak sheltering me from the blue
sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves



a catnap in the ghost town of my heart
she dreams of storytime and the river ghosts
of mermaids, of whitman's and the rude
raving harlequins, gigantic toys



a song of mea song in need
of a courageous symphony
a verse of mea verse in need
of a ppure-heart singing me to peace



all that great heart lying still and slowly dying
all that great heart lying still on an angelwing



all that great heart lying still
in silent suffering
smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
what is left for encore
is the same old dead boy's song
sung in silence
all that great heart lying still and slowly dying
all that great heart lying still on an angelwing



a midnight flight into covington woods
a princess and a panther by m side
these are territories i live for
i'd still give mt everything to love you more



[3. piano black]



a silent symphony
a hollow opus #1,2,3



sometimes the sky is piano black
piano black over cleansing waters



resting pipes, verse of bore
rusting keys without a door



sometimes the within is piano black
piano black over cleansing waters



all that great heart lying still and slowly dying
all that great heart lying still on an angelwing



[4. love]



i see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street,
with a begging bowl in his shaking hand.
trying to smile but hurting infinitely. nobody notices.
i do, but walk by.



an old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic
it's half-light and he's in tears.
when he finally comes his eyes are cascading.



i see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. he tries to bite me.
all pride has left his wild eyes.
i wish i had my leg to spare.



a mother visits her son, smiles to him through the bars.
she's never loved him more.



an obese girl enters an elevator with me.
all dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck.
terribly sweeet perfume deafens me.
she's going to dinner alone.
that makes her even more beautiful.



i see a model's face on a brick wall.
a statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
a city that worships flesh.



the 1st thing i ever heard was a wandering
man telling his story
it was you, the grass under my bare feet
the campfire in the dead of night
the heavenly black of sky and sea



it was us
roaming the rainy roads, combing the guilded beaches
waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn
bathing in places no-one's seen before
shipwrecked on some matt-painted island
clad in nothing but the surf – beauty's finest robe



beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the breath of nature
in early air of the dawn of life
a sight to silence the heavens



i want to travel where life travels,
following its permanent lead
where the air tastes like snow music
where grass smells like fresh-born eden
i would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture
i would bathe in a world of sensation
love, goodness and simplicity
(while violated and imprisoned by technology)



the thought of my family's graves was the only moment
i used to experience true love
that love remains infintie,
as i'll never be the man my father is



how can you “just be yourself”
when you don't know who you are?
stop saying “i know how you feel”
how could anyone know how another feels?



who am i to judge a priest, beggar,
whore, politician, wrongdoer?
i am, you are, all of them already



dear child, stop working, go play
forget every rule
there's no fear in a dream



“is there a village inside this snowflake?”
- a child asked me
“what's the colour of our lullaby?”



i've never been so close to truth as then
i touched its silver lining



death is the winner in any war
nothing noble in dying for your religion
for your country
for ideology, for faith
for another man, yes



paper is dead without words
ink idle without a poem
all the world dead without stories
without love and disarming beauty



careless realism costs souls



ever seen the lord smile?
allt he care for the world made beautiful a sad man?
why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?
oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is
all you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground



i see all those empty cradles and wonder
if man will never change



i, too, wish to be a decent manboy but all i am
is smoke and mirrors
still given everything, may i be deserving



and there forever remains the change from g to e minor

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Songwriter(s): Marko Hietala, Tuomas Holopainen, Jukka Nevalainen, Erno Vuorinen
Record Label(s): 2011 Scene Nation Oy
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