Emilie je americká zpěvačka, houslistka a také módní návrhářka ( své modely si vyrábí sama). Svůj hudební styl sama nazvala jako "victoriandustrial" , dal by se to charakterizovat jako alternativní elektronika s gothic rockem, punkem i...

Píseň: The Muse

Interpret:
Emilie Autumn
Album:
Your Sugar Sits Untouched
Your eyes are raised to heaven
When I’m sitting on the floor
At your feet. What am I for?


Do I create or just translate
Between you and your mind
The art you’ll never find


And when your pen runs out of ink
You’ll close the book and with me
Leave behind your memory


Are you brilliant? Are you blind?
Would you have nothing more to say
If I ever flew away


In the end is it you is it me
Do I have anything? What am I for?
But when I walk out that door


Your prayers are plenty when you have
An empty page before you
And still I may adore you


For you take dictation better
Than most poets true compose
Your lines far surpass those


You pray for what you know will come
Your confidence is flattering
But still it’s quite another thing


Compelled to inspire when to dream
Is all you really understand
The letters from your hand


Will never quite belong to you
And even then I only pray
That when I leave you’ll softly say


Goodbye