Johannes Schult

This one started out as a German love song in January 2002. I replaced the lyrics in August that year with a patchwork of words, some of them invented, most of them real, all of them hopefully suiting the mood of the acoustic guitars. Also the title is beyond metaphoric in an abstract void of syntax, phonetics, and randomness.

The original recording was rather noisy, so I decided to attempt a re-recording in late September 2008. I basically replicated the originally tracks and added a subtle bass line with the keyboard, plus, behold, even subtler harmony vocals in the chorus. The song is supposed to be the grand finale of the album, less jolly than most of the other songs, but hopefully somewhat comforting. There are days I’m convinced this is the best song I’ve written so far. But who am I to judge?

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Spirit She – monastic consedation
Spirit She – another rainy night
Spirit She – redemption in sensation
Spirit She – ten thousand tears I’ve cried
Spirit She – in every single hour
Spirit She – no matter where I go
Spirit She – a fragrant yellow flower
You will be a flicker in the glow
She’s a wonder of shyness yearning for conation
Waiting for someone in the dead of the night
She’s a number, a feeling yearning for insation
Knowing that no one ever tried

Spirit She – the empty desert highway
Spirit She – the Scarlet Pimpernel
Spirit She – the caladon on Friday
It will be the only revenel
Can you tell me what you see
What you hear and what you feel?
Can you show me something real?
Will you save my Spirit She?
She’s a wonder of shyness yearning for conation
Waiting for someone in the dead of the night
She’s a number, a feeling yearning for insation
Knowing that no one ever tried

Spirit She – November days of darkness
Spirit She – November days of rain
Spirit She – no matter where your heart is
I can feel the laughter and the pain
Can you tell me what you see
What you hear and what you feel?
Can you show me something real?
Will your spirit set me free?

Spirit she – my precious isolation
Spirit she – my one and only friend
Spirit she – in every contemplation
I will be the loser in the end
She’s a wonder of shyness yearning for conation
Waiting for someone in the dead of the night
She’s a number, a feeling yearning for insation
Knowing that no one ever tried
Spirit She – my Spirit She – Spirit She – my Spirit She

(words and music by Johannes Schult)