Firesong

from Ignition: Arson Anthems by Manko

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about

I started writing this on my way back from Burning Man in 2006, I think, and finished it while Kaihea was fighting cancer, so I performed it at the Palace of Wonders at the first of many "Fire in the Belly" fundraisers for her expenses. I'm not crazy about this recording of it, but I recorded it (like much of the Kaihealoha album) during her last months in the hospital...so after working my usual ten-hour days at my day job and rushing to spend the evenings with her in the hospital, I was also trying to make time to record "Kaihealoha" before she passed away. Not optimal conditions for quality control, but justified and effective: the album came out the day before she died.

lyrics

So damn tired
At the end of the day you've done nothing that wasn't required
Cold inside
And lost in a life where there's not a lot left to decide

So where is the life we have lost in the living?
Where is the light?
So hard to give when you're busy forgiving
A world that condemns you for boldly believing that fire
Is yours to dance with
And love and blood are yours to give
And the flame serves one who fans it
And alive is how you live

Nearly numb
Like a tree in the wintertime wondering if summer will ever come
Years fall away
And you do what you can to steal moments and nights, but nothing stays

Are we dreaming on a dare
Or coming up for air?
So much depends on these furious friends
Who keep dancing and dreaming as darkness descends
From the womb to the tomb, will we earn to consume
Or return and relearn we were born to burn?