INTRO:
Come lonely sailor we'll take thee away
Into our ocean of magic
Where sailors before you have all made their way
Here in our ocean of Magic
Ah.........Ah.......Ah........Ah..........
VERSE 1:
Can you hear the song
That we sing to you?
Listen to the song of the siren.
The waves have tossed your ship
and left you all alone
Come into my arms lonely sailor.
Can you hear me?
Ah.....Ah....Ah....Ah....Ah
Can you hear me?
Ah.....Ah....Ah....Ah....Ah
Chorus:
AND THE THUNDER ROLLS!
Waves CRASH upon the shore
AND THE THUNDER ROLLS!
As if to welcome one more soul
AND THE THUNDER ROLLS!
Verse #2
Come to me
I'll sing you into sleep
Come to me
I'll give you lasting peace
Ah.....Ah......Ahhh.....Ah
Chorus:
AND THE THUNDER ROLLS!
Lightening FLASHES in the sky
AND THE THUNDER ROLLS
Waves CRASHING on the shore
AND THE THUNDER ROLLS!
The sailor takes his fial breath
And gives up the ghost.
Ahhhh......Ahhhhh.....Ahhhhh....Ahh
Finale:
Oh our sweet sailor
you're with us to stay
here in our ocean of magic
all of your pain
and heartache is gone
here in our ocean of magic.
AhhhhhhhAhhhhhhhAhhhhhhAhhhhhhh
(in a whisper)
LISTEN TO THE SONG OF THE SIREN
Author notes
This is an original song which is sung by three women in long, wispy, flowing dresses of blue green. The music is ethereal and without instrumentation. Playing in the background is the sound of the ocean during a terrible storm. There is three part harmony of only the voices over the sound of the ocean.
How does this poem make you feel? What was your general impression?
Comments
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enchanted
grandmother this is eerily amazing

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Hello.
In your last chorus "final" has an "n" missing. I can understand the obvious relevance your words have to the Sirens, and thus do feel that your words have the needed undertones of seduction, promise of better things, love, etc. But I would really need to hear the actual music, and then the amalgamation of all, to really give a fair analysis of this. You say the music is ethereal without instrumentation, so what would you be using?
My regards.

