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.<\/p>\n
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?<\/p>\n
Download the song: mp3<\/a> ogg<\/a> (more music<\/a>)<\/p>\n Spirit She – monastic consedation Spirit She – the empty desert highway Spirit She – November days of darkness Spirit she – my precious isolation (words and music by Johannes Schult)<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-280","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-heteroscedasticity"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jutze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/280","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jutze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jutze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jutze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jutze.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=280"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.jutze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/280\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":281,"href":"https:\/\/www.jutze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/280\/revisions\/281"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jutze.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=280"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jutze.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=280"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jutze.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=280"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nSpirit She – another rainy night
\nSpirit She – redemption in sensation
\nSpirit She – ten thousand tears I’ve cried
\nSpirit She – in every single hour
\nSpirit She – no matter where I go
\nSpirit She – a fragrant yellow flower
\nYou will be a flicker in the glow
\nShe’s a wonder of shyness yearning for conation
\nWaiting for someone in the dead of the night
\nShe’s a number, a feeling yearning for insation
\nKnowing that no one ever tried<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nSpirit She – the Scarlet Pimpernel
\nSpirit She – the caladon on Friday
\nIt will be the only revenel
\nCan you tell me what you see
\nWhat you hear and what you feel?
\nCan you show me something real?
\nWill you save my Spirit She?
\nShe’s a wonder of shyness yearning for conation
\nWaiting for someone in the dead of the night
\nShe’s a number, a feeling yearning for insation
\nKnowing that no one ever tried<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nSpirit She – November days of rain
\nSpirit She – no matter where your heart is
\nI can feel the laughter and the pain
\nCan you tell me what you see
\nWhat you hear and what you feel?
\nCan you show me something real?
\nWill your spirit set me free?<\/p>\n
\nSpirit she – my one and only friend
\nSpirit she – in every contemplation
\nI will be the loser in the end
\nShe’s a wonder of shyness yearning for conation
\nWaiting for someone in the dead of the night
\nShe’s a number, a feeling yearning for insation
\nKnowing that no one ever tried
\n<\/strong>Spirit She – my Spirit She – Spirit She – my Spirit She<\/p>\n