Saturday evening in Strangness Sweden. I recorded this song tonight. It consists of me playing bass, guitar, keyboards and vocals. I managed to perform a whistle solo in the middle too.

Happy listening!

The lyrics comes from a poem by Ameen Rihani and is called Ever to be in original. I call the song The Kíngs of Orion.

My far cry, though no one should echo,—
Though no one to listen should stand,
I shall dare with my burden the darkness
And I shall not retreat from this land;
Though I’m hurled ’neath the feet of the millions,
Who struggle their places to keep,
The sea-nymphs still bathe with my fancy
And the Dryads still sweeten my sleep.

Though I’m crushed, cast away and forgotten,—
Though I’m buried in the dust of their cars,
I can see through their madness above me,—
I can feel the quick pulse of the stars;
Though my head be the foot-stool of tyrants,
Though my back be a step to their throne,
I still dwell with the kings of Orion
And I walk with the sun-queen alone.

Though the fire of my youth should consume me,—
Though my body a brimstone should be,
I can draw on the clouds for their water,
And behold! I’ve of water a sea;
And though roofless, and friendless, and hopeless
And loveless, and godless I stand,
The waves of my Life shall continue
To murmur and laugh on the Strand .

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