6th Hour of Night
Music Samples
Ferrandino & Breese
Lyrics: There are secrets no one can ever, ever know. Hidden in places we must never, ever show. Is it from shame we consign our trusts To dwell in silence, anonymous. Of could it be our destiny Was sealed long ago. Quietly, carefully, I have a way To carefully care for me, come what may. When words are too angry, when tempers too hot'n, Nights are too lonely with promised forgot(en). Quietly, carefully I have a way To dream all the heartache and worry away. Secretly, lovingly here are concealed, Dreams I have hoped for, never revealed To anyone, save my paper and pen. Unknowingly. Helping me. My fondest friend. Patiently, lovingly silent and still, I sit for a while: paper, inkwell and quill. And then… And then… And then… A ballet of words waltz ‘cross my mind. Words I have longed-for ever confined In secret. Now waiting for their chance to find The dance that will ever, forever entwine Me with my true love—his heart with mine. My words waltzing free, I capture intent On setting them down—my pen kissing parchment. I write and I write until my heart’s content. I wax and I seal, prepare to present; But my words are unheard. My letters unsent (...)
Lyrics: Oh, the thrill of the hunt, in the heat of the chase, As the horses set off at a dizzying pace. With your heart in your throat and your hands on the reins, Off you fly on your steed while you try to maintain Your composure throughout, though you’re not in control. It’s the horse and the hunt that have you (on the whole). But it matters little when all’s said and done’t— ‘Tis the best of the best! ‘Tis the best of the best! ‘Tis the best of the best! ‘Tis the thrill of the hunt!
Lyrics: ...I could see in front of me My life as it was meant to be It’s not so simple now. There was a day, not long ago, A lonely little girl sat crying. (Not very long ago.) A mother, who was not her own, Left her there—left her alone. Alone—quietly dying. She fought her way, that little girl, Through her lonely childhood. Learning to live for someone else, Not for herself—by herself. Living alone as best she could. I was content, that little girl, To live in someone else’s dream. Chances I let pass me by Were lost without wondering why. But still I dreamed my dream! The stage is set for my Last Alone; Curtain about to rise. Do I play this scene for only me? Another sad soliloquy? Or is this my Last Alone? Let me begin this Last Alone (...)
Lyrics Clip #1: There is a spark. A flame. A fire That burns and warms my soul’s desire. I can’t explain, and yet, I can’t ignore. The passion it incites in me, Implores! Demands! Ignites in me, A need with I despise, and adore. Still there’s a sound that burns inside of me Disappears, but then returns to chide me. It is a sound I crave yet I abhor. The music muse that sings so clear Is silent now, but still I hear The whispers of a sound, A sound I’ve heard before. (Listen to the sound. Carlo, listen to the sound.) Lyrics Clip #2: But still I must… Listen to the sound. I must listen to the sound. I’ll find within my soul where it resides. There is no other melody Echoing inside of me I must free the music. The music locked inside (...)
Lyrics Clip #1: …Before I lay my head to bed this night. (Before I lay my head to bed tonight.) Tell me a tale full of promise and laughter. Leave me you touch still fresh on my face this night. I’ll sleep with it well tonight and nights ever after. (Listen to the sound.) Wasn’t it you who laced my shoe for me? (Carlo, listen the sound) Wasn’t it you who sang this tune for me? (In your heart, in your soul) Wasn’t it you who rhymed this rhyme for me? Wasn’t it you who hung the moon?
