Dispatch from the studio
This is a spontaneous rough mix of a song in the making. It has something to do with rocks and fists and being certain. With being on a hilltop beside the Dead Sea, looking out over the water to the mountains in Jordan as the sky darkens and random picnic fires are lit in wild places. With the staircase my friend built, over a wall, so that his girlfriend can reach him more easily. With the sounds of drilling and digging and planning overhead, far above and beyond reach. As yet.
The lyrics go like this, so far:
We are much younger now, we're stronger, we are homesick
We are the earth and wind and fire, we are intrinsic
It doesn't matter where we stand
Our eyes are open
We've all the endings in our ears
We've all been stolen.
We are the only ones to say (to stay)
To stand on hilltops
We set alight, we've learned to hear
We watch for shooting stars
The sky is greys and browns and beige
They all wear visors
We have our creed
We have no crown
We're hawks and divers
And when the day is long, is over, is abandoned
We carry on, we call to arms, we do not favour
Because for every fallen heart, we hold a counter
It is our score, our beating drum, it is our failure
And so we walk, we lift, we kneel, we walk on further
Dale Berning is an artist and musician based in London. Since 2003 she has exhibited and performed in the UK, France, Germany, the US, Israel and Japan, with recent events at the Serpentine Gallery and Café Oto, London. She is represented by Take Ninagawa, Tokyo and has releases on Bo'Weavil Recordings and flaü.