Rags and Questions

This song is from my new album, Five Thousand Feathers, available at: https://helenbell.bandcamp.com/album/five-thousand-feathers Helen Bell: lyrics, music, vocal, keyboard, recorders, violas Xenogon: drums, bass guitar Filmed by Xenogon Video editing by Helen Bell and Xenogon -- Website: https://www.helenbell.co.uk Bandcamp: https://helenbell.bandcamp.com Fediverse: @helenbellmusic@sunny.garden ---- Lyrics: Quite unexpectedly here I stand among the last thousand left on earth So far removed from the illusion we were born into In all the dissonance will we understand That a record of our footsteps is something we should hold onto? And would we search for every scrap of what we once discarded? Build a salvage-library to keep our fading knowledge safely guarded But it’s all gone quiet Though there’s no solace in the mud We have to try it Now all our systems and our crimes Are lying scattered by the flood There are paths to our survival in the new and the archival A misjudge