A Bloody Morning

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Owen Pallett

Michael James Owen Pallett (born September 7, 1979) is a Canadian composer, violinist, keyboardist, and vocalist, who performs solo as Owen Pallett or, before 2010, under the name Final Fantasy. As Final Fantasy, he won the 2006 Polaris Music Prize for the album He Poos Clouds.From the age of 3, Pallett studied classical violin, and composed his first piece at age 13. A notable early composition includes some of the music for the game Traffic Department 2192; he moved on to scoring films, to composing two operas while in university. Apart from the indie music scene, he has had commissions from the Barbican, Toronto Symphony Orchestra, National Ballet of Canada, Bang on a Can, Ecstatic Music Festival, the Vancouver CBC Orchestra, and Fine Young Classicals. On … more »

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Started drinking on the job
And the job became easy
Keep my hands upon the wheel
And eyes to the sea
Our two-masted yellow schooner
Seemed to need some course correction
And it may have looked suspicious
But the sun was on my shoulders
And my ginger hair
Lady Virtue's Lace is bowing in the wind
And I slouch in my chair, thinking
"Who gives a shit about them?
When did they ever give a shit about me?"

All around my lower ribs
Spider veins are forming
I've mistaken self-indulgence for self-care
But do not be scared
Surely some disaster will descend
And equalize us

A crisis will unify the godless
And the fearless, and the righteous
I am knocked to the hull
As the schooner hits a reef beneath the surface
And we list, and I fall
And the passengers are tumbling over railing
Overboard and into sea

(And yet)
(And yet)

In a certain slant of light
The feeling will hit me
Like a man against the waves
And a violent wind
Waking up in a bloody morning
With the warmth of his forgiveness around me
The shared dream left me shaking
The memory is threatening to scuttle
Every ship upon the sea

And upon the surf the passengers
Are scrambling and swimming
And my vision is unsteady
And my head is scribbling, scribbling
And the next is a blur
I'm crawling through the waves to reach a woman
Saint Christopher!
An underwater starscape, an escape
I cannot swim
I cannot swim

But in a certain slant of light
The feeling will hit me
Like a man against the waves
And a violent wind
Waking up in a bloody morning
With the warmth of his forgiveness around me
The shared dream left me shaking
The memory is threatening to scuttle 
Every ship upon the sea

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