Category: Next Yesterday - Eilert skriver

Visibly mended

28/12/2023

when my skein has run out
and my work and my time here is ended
I should like to depart
with the knowledge I'm visibly mended

ref:
my heart will be darned
with a radiant yarn
my soul will be patched
and the colours won't match
and my mind will be visibly mended

I will leave my old house
in a chaos of unrivalled measure
amid tasteful antiques
there are knicknacks and trinkets and treasure

there's a battered old box
stashed away for the kids to discover
they will marvel and cringe
over letters I wrote to my lover

ref:
my heart will be darned
with a radiant yarn
my soul will be patched
and the colours won't match
and my mind will be visibly mended

my workshop and lab
filled with projects I barely got started
flights of fancy, designs
and gadgets not for the faint-hearted

the cat will be fine
I have left him a well-supplied larder
he'll have comfortable days
I worry that yours will be harder

ref:
my heart will be darned
with a radiant yarn
my soul will be patched
and the colours won't match
and my mind will be visibly mended

far back on the shelf
with the bottles, I've left you a letter
behind the old scotch
- not that one - the Speyside's much better

when my purpose was lost
you alone knew just how to unearth it
right here at the end
you knew me, you know it was worth it

ref:
my heart will be darned
with a radiant yarn
my soul will be patched
and the colours won't match
and my mind will be visibly mended

From the song cycle "Next yesterday" with music by Antti Nissilä

There is no going home

28/12/2023

there is no going home
you are your home
it left with you
the turtle, snail and hermit crab
already know what you will find
there is no going home

for nothing stays the same
you left your home
behind that door
it altered sure as sun will set
it grew and changed unrecognised
for nothing stays the same

your friends are not the same
the ones who stayed
are older now
the rest are gone - they have moved on
all scattered by the restless winds
your friends are not the same

there's only moving on
you're driving down
a one-way street
the rear-view mirror giving up
your homeward journey far away
there's only moving on

there is no going home

From the song cycle "Next yesterday" with music by Antti Nissilä

Fall child

28/12/2023

I was born on the day of the dead
on a bed laid with coal
not a saint nor a soul
can remember the words that were said

ref:
all things pass
faint reflections in broken glass
tolling bells
wreaths forgotten and last farewells

I have walked among men all my life
although distant, apart
with a smoldering heart
I have witnessed their romance and strife

ref:
all things pass
faint reflections in broken glass
tolling bells
wreaths forgotten and last farewells

I stood still in the slipstreams of life
never young, never old
never hot, never cold
I was calm when the passions ran rife

ref:
all things pass
faint reflections in broken glass
tolling bells
wreaths forgotten and last farewells

all my friends and familiars are gone
as the mountains wear down
as the comets come round
I will welcome the day I am done

ref:
all things pass
faint reflections in broken glass
tolling bells
wreaths forgotten and last farewells

From the song cycle "Next yesterday" with music by Antti Nissilä

Frozen

28/12/2023

I like dead leaves
and frozen ponds
and halloween
and most things in between

I like cold air
and waning light
and misty breath
and lanterns greeting death

ref:
The wheel is turning
yuletide's coming
darktime lingers
fingers numbing
frozen fingers
lanterns burning
winter's in the air
each breath a frozen prayer

I like loud steps
and frosted trees
and falling snow
not melting on my brow

I like birds gone
and grasses slain
and life on hold
all dormant in the cold

ref:
The wheel is turning
yuletide's coming
darktime lingers
fingers numbing
frozen fingers
lanterns burning
winter's in the air
each breath a frozen prayer

I like the sun down
the dark outside
the light inside
and heavens open wide

I like dark glass
and icy walls
and northern lights
and never-ending nights

ref:
The wheel is turning
yuletide's coming
darktime lingers
fingers numbing
frozen fingers
lanterns burning
winter's in the air
each breath a frozen prayer

From the song cycle "Next yesterday" with music by Antti Nissilä

Mirror Shouting Decades

28/12/2023

the mirror's shouting decades at me
the bedroom is on strike
the attic's filled with goblins
while the windows take a hike

the mirror's shouting decades at me
and everything's a mess
there's fighting in the closet
I am bludgeoned by a dress

ref:
there are heartaches in my pockets
and cobwebs in my beard
my glasses have all melted
and the bookshelf's acting weird

the mirror's shouting decades at me
the kitchen is on fire
the parlour hosts a riot
and the mailbox is a liar

the mirror's shouting decades at me
the doorbell is in doubt
there's an uprising of boxes
in the basement, breaking out

ref:
there are heartaches in my pockets
and cobwebs in my beard
my glasses have all melted
and the bookshelf's acting weird

the mirror's shouting decades at me
foulest in the land
but I'm comforted by lampshades
and defiant I still stand
yes defiant I still stand

From the song cycle "Next yesterday" with music by Antti Nissilä

The bus-stop at the edge of white

28/12/2023

there's a point where all lines converge
a place where all viewpoints merge
all distances shrinking to naught
the endpoint for all trains of thought

the bus-stop at the edge of white
connecting to all lines of sight
there will be a short delay
your departure is next yesterday

there's a time after all events
a moment for final laments
a time where all waiting will end
for every true former friend

the bus-stop at the edge of white
connecting to all lines of sight
there will be a short delay
your departure is next yesterday

there's a cause behind all effects
and all that your mind detects
a cause for this turbulent mess
a reason for each failed caress

the bus-stop at the edge of white
connecting to all lines of sight
there will be a short delay
your departure is next yesterday

From the song cycle "Next yesterday" with music by Antti Nissilä

The space between us

28/12/2023

Trusting blindly, we made plans
– wonders we would know,
simply wishing we could see our way
to make them so.
We would travel to the moon
on a silver wing,
as we could accomplish anything.

Weightless are memories
free in the space between us now,
orbiting our dreams of endless bliss.
Weightless are memories
free in the space between us now,
joining in a long and tender kiss.

Half-forgotten words unsaid,
phone calls never made,
Dust from all the scoreboards of the games
we never played,
Promises we never broke
fights we never had,
Nothing from a love that would go bad.

Weightless are memories
lost in the space between us now,
orbiting our dreams of endless bliss.
Weightless are memories
lost in the space between us now,
longing for the final, frozen kiss.

From the song cycle "Next yesterday" with music by Antti Nissilä

Wake me

28/12/2023

wake me
breathe on my neck
first slowly
then less slow

wake me
touch naked skin
first gently
then less so

shake me
raise up my pulse
first slightly
then let go

shake me
beat all my blood
pulsating
through my veins

make me
stir dormant limbs
and whip them
into shape

take me
make me a feast
and let me
quench your thirst

soothe me
send me to sleep
and kiss me
then let go

From the song cycle "Next yesterday" with music by Antti Nissilä