2025 Competition Lyrics Entry:
Softly Forever by David Stout
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Lyrics
I walk alone
Through the shell of a home
Where cracked portraits hang
On charred sticks and bone
When I was your mother
Your sister, your brother
Who scavenged for dinner
When this house was a bunker
The winds carved your names
With her breath where you lay
and buried you neath
All the yearning and pain
Hidden by daylight
I lay by your side
Softly, forever
I kiss your sweet eyes
The lost aren’t forgotten
Their faces remain
On the walls of the shattered
Rooms wrought in the rain
Hidden by daylight
I lay by your side
Softly, forever
I kiss your sweet eyes
Through the shell of a home
Where cracked portraits hang
On charred sticks and bone
When I was your mother
Your sister, your brother
Who scavenged for dinner
When this house was a bunker
The winds carved your names
With her breath where you lay
and buried you neath
All the yearning and pain
Hidden by daylight
I lay by your side
Softly, forever
I kiss your sweet eyes
The lost aren’t forgotten
Their faces remain
On the walls of the shattered
Rooms wrought in the rain
Hidden by daylight
I lay by your side
Softly, forever
I kiss your sweet eyes
Author
Bio
David Stout (Hypnomancer) is a visual and sonic artist, director and digital film maker exploring the synthesis of new forms across the arts. He is recognized for works in cinema, installation and intermedia environments integrating immersive projection as an extension of performer, audience, and architecture. He is cofounder of the seminal interactive media ensemble, NoiseFold, whose multi-screen installations, sound works, and performances have toured worldwide. Having grown up in rural Oregon, David has a long deep connection to the land, waters, flora, fauna and cultural histories of the American west.
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Lyrics Competition Results
Emotional Impact:
18/ 20
Technical Skill:
15/ 20
Memorability:
15/ 20
Storytelling:
14/ 20
Imagery:
18/ 20
Total Score:
80/ 100
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Comments:
Beautiful and haunting storytelling. I felt so sad at the end of the song, it had such a strong impact.
Who is the narrator? Is it a person or a concept like war?
I think the only thing that could improve this fantastic song is a line or so at the end to say who the narrator is.
Who is the narrator? Is it a person or a concept like war?
I think the only thing that could improve this fantastic song is a line or so at the end to say who the narrator is.
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The singer/storyteller is not one person, but rather anyone who has ever lost those most dear to them. The clue to this perspective is in the verse:
When I was your mother
Your sister, your brother
Who scavenged for dinner
When this house was a bunker