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Giaconda

from THE WORDS by Schönfeld

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A love-lorn lover awaits the return of his beloved only to find her leaving him in just that moment. Another musical drama played out in three acts. Will there be love tonight? Most likely not.

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Evening comes in gloomy cloth
go away from the window
The night december dark
Whining, whispering candelabra
behind my broken back

Trivial the solidity of lead
as is this battered heart of tin
cold barely carnal
though at night
the echoes of my screams
nestle softly into her

Will there be love tonight?
And if, how much?
A crumb? The sum of all love?

Still I spy into the scarred facade of the rain
waiting for you to fly – to me
while the urban surf washes over me
midnight charging, chasing me
catches up and stabs me with its knife
Damned, speak up! Have you not yet have enough?
So...What…

Nocturnal now the room
the house grinds its frosty teeth
the door lock rattles – You arrive
gleefully gloating, speak cold and torn:
I am leaving, just so you know

Go ahead, I say
with patience pure
and the pulse of a corpse in pain

Do you remember Jack London
money and love, passion, lust
when all I descried was her as Giaconda
you must grab and take
Now somebody took her away


I feel my “I” crams and suffocates me
in love, again, forever – more so now
a vagrant stork
that lives in the smoldering ruins
of what once was me

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from THE WORDS, released January 20, 2021
Music by Thomas Schoenfeld
Words based on a poem by Vladimir Majakowski

Thomas Schoenfeld (vocals, guitars, bass, mellotron)

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