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Emerging into the Brightness of the Day
Emerging into the Brightness of the Day

Recognise?

I Am Alone

In Search of Cassandra, Princess of Troy

Summer Solstice Song

Güzelsin

My City Has Been
Burned To The Ground

Wedding Hymn

January 13th

Another Mad Message

Time To Go Home

Dark Shine


07 My City Has Been Burned to the Ground.mp3

Composer:   Ed Hooke
Date of Composition/Copyright:   1995
Date of Recording:    2004


Commentary
Invisible to the naked eye are the parallels between Troy’s siege & fall and a childhood traumatised by my mother’s mental illness.

Some way up a hill, close to a river

and not so far from the sea

- walls built by a God they say.


Who writes history when both sides lose the war?

I prayed to the Maiden

to the Nymph and to the Crone.

What had I done or failed to do?

No mercy came.

My city has been burned to the ground.

As one we choke when Hector falls

- a corpse dragged round outside these walls.

My city has been burned to the ground.


Under siege we were slowly torn apart.

I shrieked visions of doom.

What's left now of my family?


Who writes our story now we've lost the war?

I weep for you, Troilus, Polyxena, Astyanax.

I weep for my parents who could not foresee
but tried to cope.

Well hitherto we have been blessed

but now our Goddess is undressed.

My city has been burned to the ground.

Where once fair Fortune gazed and smiled

our sacred places are defiled.

My city has been burned to the ground.


Can a humbler dwelling arise from these fallen stones?

- with pride and envy left in the debris?

- a richer life with simpler hopes?

For wealth is not material.

Wealth cannot be kept within walls.

So count the stars,

watch the clouds,

breathe the air

and let them go.

They argue what it was about

- Hellespont trade or Helen's pout?

My city has been burned to the ground.

Oh Paris they say you're to blame.

You followed love - I'd probably do the same.

My city has been burned to the ground.

Twin Helenus was caught.

Some say it was his fatal gift that gave us all away.

My city has been burned to the ground.

Gentle Andromache, yes, mourn,

now twice bereaved but you survive

and you shall learn to live again.


My City Has Been Burned To The Ground