MEDEA

“Medea” unfolds as an interior drama rather than a retelling. Stripped of spectacle, Medea listens to what remains when judgment falls away and only the voice of isolation speaks. This single is part of Lynnheage’s upcoming album Ex Solitudine. #lynnheage #anthropodigital #Medea #symphonicrock #progressiverock Lyrics The sails already prelude on the horizon Medea still asleep like winter dream Mixolydian time and polyphonic harmonies A lullaby of death that looms adrift Apsyrtus departed with his father on the hunt The arrows buzzed in the thin air Like whispered curse that with steady pace Reached living destinies and concealed hate Victim and perpetrator One body, one heart, a twisted leap And pain kisses the cheek of the vain youth The heroes have arrived — A sight to see With tunics white and goat-skin mood Now golden promise reached the virgin's ear Crafty in melodies, but oddly deaf To the agonizing cry of the white deer She sailed the great escape across the sea She reached unnoble ships And bit deceptive hooks Nuptials would be, a whole new world Yet there were sun-scorched men of blood and sword To meet her with cruel chance and hard steel The death announced by Aisa wasn’t anguish Nor was the pain so sharp that it foretold The rising of the flesh It was the well-known face, the most beloved Young hair that the wind used to caress With pristine eros of Aeolian gaze The same in which the sun would seek refuge During those boredom’s afternoons Of clear sky and looming doom O tragedy of times The sister’s well-known face gave birth to fateful hour The body hailed its mutilation and turned into the atoms and the eidē Infiltrated the aporias and the poison Entered dithyrambs and verse Walked through the agora Hand in hand with Diogenes And was there in hetaera and desire When darkness gnawed at the glass-temples of Zaratustra tempted In desert and demise And fate recalled the spell And it was everywhere In the serf, in the gleba, and in hell You lost your freedom When your flower was awakened in the mirror The mystery was torn from the unknown And you discovered the ocean in his eyes A single moment sufficed, and the choir fell silent Salty prophecy, weary maenad’s sea Senses fragmented in the arid clepsydra of far-off voices Gave rise to the deific and sacred gnosis Who the gods bears Knows the gods’ merciless thrust Your life suffocates itself In Thessaly exiled of light and fleece With Glauce’s ashes you tear your hair away And a pilgrim that never knew your name A requiem for you sings