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A Mix of Everything

by Cecilia Bjärgö

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Vertigo 03:53
Vertigo The red leaves on the ground, fills the path I walk Solitude fills me, I can hear my own steps Gently crushing what hides under my shoes I see dried leaves and whitened frosty grass I look up to the tree tops, high up above A sadness appears, I can feel my head spin Leaning my head towards an old oak tree I smell dried leaves and resin in the bark Even though my feet is on the ground, far beneath the tree tops My minds plays tricks on me Fooling me I’m falling Vertigo, amongst dried leaves and golden trees Beside me a moss covered stone My hands caressing its surface, I feel my heart beat Embracing my knees once I sat down I can feel dried leaves and a cold hard wind I cannot move, my body pinned to the ground A melancholy grips my chest, I feel a need to cry Then my eyes open, and even though my head whirls I see dried leaves and the beautiful grace of autumn Even though my feet is on the ground, far beneath the tree tops My minds plays tricks on me Fooling me I’m gonna fall Vertigo, amongst dried leaves and golden trees
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Paint me a Monday With the colour blue, so true Where the strokes of your brush Quickly fills the frame And then give a name Of that profuse day, so thick and lush Sing me a Tuesday With words of pink and red Where the sound of your tone Softly satiates the air Of harmony so fair My ear is now your throne Read me a Wednesday With words of yellow delight With slow and calmly speech Flowing through the hall I can hear its call That day’s poem, please me teach Dance me a Thursday With soothing, luscious green Where the step of your worthy grace Barely touches the floor My heart in pieces tore Of that day’s beautiful embrace Draw me a Friday With purple creative mind A portrait of a spirit, resilient With eyes demure With thoughts so pure A face, so shiny, so brilliant Play me a Saturday With a gentle orange smile That stimulates emotion Cleansing my veins Lifts of my chains For this I give devotion Demolish my Sunday With a quiet empty black The darkness evokes possibility A longing for the next day A mix of joy and dismay Awakes for the future my fertility
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The Drummer's Snare ________________________ From the horizon in the west I can see the fire attack The cold, misty morning Is hard to bare From the trenches I hear cries for help I can feel the bullet fly The cold, misty morning It’s hard to inhale the air From the rainy skies in the east I can hear the soldiers march In the cold, misty morning I hear the roar “Vive le guerre” From the snowy north I can smell the blood from the dead In the cold, misty morning I hear The sound from the drummer’s snare For years we have now lived Like wolves searching for a prey In the cold, misty morning I read a silent prayer I have forgotten the love ones at home I cannot recall their faces In the cold, misty morning I realised, I have stopped to care
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Songs that cannot be put in one genre... just a mix of everything

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released September 20, 2014

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Cecilia Bjärgö Sweden

Cecilia Bjärgö started out as a singer back in 2001 and has through the years been a part of the Eskilstuna based bands Arcana and Sophia.

In 2018 Arcana was put to rest, not knowing for how long and Cecilia from 2014 has been part of the Catalonian band Der Blaue Reiter.

The songs here are her own ones, a try of creating something for herself.

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