A song from Black Henbane's album "Picturesque Ruins" (available at http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/blackhenbane ).
For more music by Black Henbane, please visit www.myspace.com/blackhenbanemusic.
Pictures from Greece, Spain and Hungary.
Ithaca
Ahead the coast you once called home
Where have you been
What have you seen
Cyclops and sirens and white sails
Cocain-white sails,
those cursed white sails
You hoped would take you home to her
In dreams you saw her amber eyes
Scanning the endless sea for those sails
Youre not the hotspur anymore
Who went aboard
So long ago
Shes not the princess anymore
You left behind
In your lifes dawn
Two strangers meet in empty streets
Their words as empty as the gardens
Too many years spent starin at sails
Up in the pine-trees the wind
As you hied down to the sea
To cool the fever of youth
Convinced youd always be free
Above the merlons the moon
The beach reflecting her light
Your bodies all drenched in spray
How long ago is that night
The bodies of the suitors slain
Cant calm your rage
about the loss
Compassionately the gods all cringe
They feel they might
Have gone to far
This bleak old song is my song, too
Though without murder, gods and sirens
Too many years spent starin at sails
one of my favourite songs- peace ZZ
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