BROKEN MUSES - THE SONG
BY OREN/BRANDL

This song is the greatest compliment I’ve ever gotten for my pictures and my website. In late January 2006 Joe Oren sent me an e-mail saying that he had visited my web site and that he had the impression he came to know me much better. He said that over night he started thinking of broken muses. Joe's primary attempt at expression is music, and so sometimes he writes an occasional song. Lyrics start out as poetry of sorts, and something came to mind.

I am very grateful for this song and also grateful that Walter took all the effort of recording it.

So, listen to Broken Muses and enjoy! Should it not play immediately, just click into either note. The left one should play the the song in a regular way, the right one in a lower mode. The lyrics can be found below.

A sculptor made a statue
A toymaker a doll
A seamstress picks a mannequin to display
Her wares in some complimentary way

But in some other plan
Maybe shattered in a fall
The figure is transformed in some odd way
Or time just passed and slowly wore away

Broken muses
Silent, waiting to inspire
So that we might never tire, as we pay
A price for having something new to say

Broken muses
Spirits with no name
Part of some mysterious game that we play
Sharing secrets that they dare us to betray

With a voice that’s heard by few
Like a whisper far away
They wait for someone who will stop and try
To listen for the echo of a sigh

But the spell might disappear
And the moment fade away
Unless the artist pauses to enshrine
The image for another of like mind

Broken muses
Shattered in despair
Reaching for someone who cares and wants to feel
Their strange and unfamiliar appeal

Broken muses
Frozen portrait of surprise
Saved for discerning eyes that might reveal
What their injury conspired to conceal

Like the statue and the doll
Clean slates one and all
Until our expectations take a hold
To incessantly wear upon our soul

Too soon we become old
Showing damages untold
And knowledge all too arduously won
That we ourselves are destined to become

Broken muses
Discarded in the night
Shocking to the sight instilling fear
Of a mystery that is dangerously near

Broken muses
Shadows of an hour
When the magic seemed to flower in our years
And the illusion just as quickly disappears

© Oren/Brandl