Hullo, me hearties.
This is the fifth entry of the presentation I make for Through Waves’ EP “SONGS FROM ANOTHER GENDER”.
“SONGS FROM ANOTHER GENDER” is a short collection of songs from my personal files which, until the present date, I was unable to release, for various reasons. They are now properly assembled and recorded, and available for you. For eight weeks, I will present each track with lyrics and whatever story I can tell about them. This EP happens at a defining moment in my life, which is characterized by a tremendous shift of perspective regarding my identity and expression; and by being an ongoing theme in denial in my life, as the songs come from as late as 2008 and as early as 2013, shows that it is imperative to address this subject, otherwise Through Waves would have no means to continue its musical endeavours. Basically, without this EP, there would be no other albums, or no Raine Holtz for that matter (whoever they are), so here it is, at last.
"SONGS FROM ANOTHER GENDER" will be released on September 16, 2014, as a limited edition CD and digital download, all available exclusively on The Lily AnnWharf, Through Waves' Official Bandcamp. As usual, produced and released independently by myself via my private label The Schooner Harbour, it features 8 songs: one of them, "Fredrich", being a translation/adaptation of a poem written by my mother in the 70's.
The fifth track presented is NEMO: “Salty Bones”.
Farewell sailor, beloved friend
The shoulder to hold my tears of young man
The arms that carried me to the safest place
Where you laid me down to sleep
The motion of the tide
The feeling you try to hide
Sailor, you caressed my hair with rough hand
We share an evening ground of sand
Farewell sailor, beloved friend
You're sitting heavily above the banks
Tranced enough in drunken sloth
Eyes gazing the lolling of silent waves
You feel you are alone
You don't know me anymore
Sailor, you stepped inside the sea
You left your boy to be
Wooden boards scattered at the sky
The sky mere surface seemed to be
Grasping, struggling for the last of breaths
Lungs made of salt like the heart of yours
Drowning because you're so alone
Denied the world, you were far too old
There is no-one to hear your ocean's cry
But the boy you eagerly left behind
So much salt glued your eyes
Tears of a man who only cries
Unwanted by the world
Come once more to these arms of mine
These arms that would gladly harbour your pains
This heart so twin of yours
The boy heart you're too drunk to take good care of
Sailor you never failed me
Sailor you never sailed me
Across the waters and beyond
Places you kept me far from
Beneath the safety of your frothy wings
Lie beside me along the night shore
We truly know our secret reason to be
Sailor, stand by me - Sailor, sail me home - Sailor, protect me - Sailor, I am yours
I wrote this song reflecting on those friends that go away and we are waiting for them to come back. Friends who are unreliable, and often different from us, but greatly important in our lives. I honestly wish I had more to say about this piece, but I'm afraid its contents are far too personal for me to address again. This is a wound that will never mend, as I am still waiting and waiting for this person. And since I cannot bring myself to utter his name after all these years, we shall simply call him "NEMO", which is latin for "no-one". The song also deals with a drowning experience which forever changed my life. I struggled when working on the recording, to try and emulate the sounds I heard when underwater: so "NEMO" turned out damp, cold, full of reverberations and a desperate sense of violent death, as the words become increasingly hard to distinguish as the song flows.
I am pleased to introduce you to NEMO. Thank you for listening. For the next song of “SONGS FROM ANOTHER GENDER”, please visit this page on August 29.