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The Red Shoes

by Odile

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1.
All our hopes are as weak as a candle. Warming the soul but do not burn bright. What they all fear is more than they can handle. To join the fallen stars tonight. When the wind whispers an order desperate men send their prayers to the sky. The birds may carry them over the border. First falls the silence then mothers will cry. His tale is heard yet was not told. His fruit is fallen yet it is still green. His youth is spend yet he's not old. He saw the worlds remnants yet he was not seen. Then death stretches out her sweet hands. Demanding a life's surrender. She's smiling at him and he stands considering to attend her. He sought and found death in his womb. He looked for life and love and found it was to burst. He walked the earth and knew it's his tomb. And now he takes his last breath though he just took his first. Then death stretches out her sweet hands. Demanding a life's surrender. She's smiling at him and he stands considering to attend her.
2.
We have been torn apart. Tears of my crying heart fading to distant light. You may die tonight. You slowly disappear. Contours will fade one day. Pray one word but the wind carries your name away. Hope is a candle, fear the cold which consumes us. This heart is mine but it is just for you. Don't be afraid to miss me for I'll be waiting. Just find a way to survive! How could the world be good again when so much bad is occurring these times? How could I want to live on here all without you? Please find a way to survive! Unfortunately, all this was not meant to be. I hope among them all you will be finding me. In another time. In another life. The candle's dead and I am left to bear the cold. I guess the most I miss having someone to hold. I'm no longer here. Now I disappear.
3.
Life took a wayward turn. I never know where you're right now nor how you are. So many things I wanna say. So many things we left undone. Did I miss to hold you close? Please, don't be afraid to miss me! Please, don't let us fall apart! Please, look at our lovely pictures! Please, remember who we are! Far, far from home you are. May the waves convey my words and guide you home. Ships which had left with cheerful men now return with fading smiles and sunday rain sets in. Please, don't be afraid to miss me! Please, don't let us fall apart! Please, look at our lovely pictures! Please, remember who we are! Please, don't be afraid to miss me! Please, don't let us fall apart! Please! Oh, how I love you! Please, remember who we are!
4.
Shoemakers wife sympathized with oh, this little, dainty girl. Sat down and made, best she could, those little shoes of old red cloth Clumsy but meant well. For that little girl. She got none else so she wore them at her mothers funeral. Admonitions by father who burst: „Oh what shabby dancing shoes! They're red and they look worn! And you're supposed to mourn!“ Thou shall dance now 'til you're pale and cold. May the children hear you, fear you! Though she well knew that red shoes were improper for communion, she put them on and she spent no thought on prayers nor sermon. And every one cast views on her pretty shoes. When she walked in, it seemed as though all figures and monuments Turned all their heads, fixed their eyes on, oh, her pretty dancing shoes. Condemning what they saw. She will walk no more. Thou shall dance now 'til you're pale and cold. May the children hear you, fear you! And soon she starts to dance around. The shoes do not obey. They seem to lift her off the ground and carry her away. And on she danced for dance she must. With shoes which she could not loose. Through rain and sunshine, mud and dust. God have mercy! Into the churchyard she was drawn. Where everyone's at rest. The dead there did not dance with her. But she did until dawn. And on she danced for dance she must. With shoes which she could not loose. Through rain and sunshine, mud and dust. Oh what pretty dancing shoes! Thou shall dance now 'til you're pale and cold. May the children hear you, fear you!
5.
Hades 12:43
He: Down in this chamber you will stay. Guarded by me until the day when your delusions disappear. It’s for your own good, my dear. You tried to steal away that night. This was the moment I gained insight. That you are sick, that you’re insane. I will help to adjust your brain. She: Sallow light and dripping stone. Imprisoned in the house I own. I fear this vault will be my tomb. You’re my tormentor, my doom. He: And you are mine. She: Free me from this vault and I’ll do as you please. One hand stretched out, it wants to appease. One hand on the knife and ready to strike. Come, darling, closer and do as you like. A little bit closer, I want to caress. In your blue eyes I see sudden distress. Lay down, my darling, this knife is the cure. Just one more stab, cause I want to be sure. Around the corpse I start to pour the gasoline upon the floor. A fainting trail of smoke is sown Along the path the match has flown. The flames are beginning to leap up. Now the orchestra resounds. And as I conduct the movement, the choir tears it to the grounds. I turn my back and leave. And the music slowly fades. And as I walk I start singing how I escaped from Hades.

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released August 1, 2019

All songs imagined, written down, recorded, mixed and mastered by Hein-Erik Schnell

Katharina Zink: Vocals
Hein-Erik Schnell: Guitars, supporting vocals in Hades

All virtual instruments arranged and programmed by Hein-Erik Schnell

Design and Artwork by Ivana Lazarević

Melody in Hades partly taken from Symphony No. 9 The New World, 2nd Movement by Antonín Dvořák

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The copyright of this recording is owned by Hein-Erik Schnell.
℗ 2019 Hein-Erik Schnell. © 2019 Hein-Erik Schnell.

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Odile is an alias for composer Hein-Erik Schnell based in Mannheim, Germany.

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