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@kierenkane7516

Silence.
I'm sat, on a simple wooden chair in a small cabin, the darkened panels creating a box around me. I see faded photographs of two children, a man, and a woman in a lush Victorian garden on the mantelpiece. A woman so beautiful, with the most delicate smile, and forgiving eyes. The way the sunlight danced and played on her hair... I can almost hear the footsteps of the children running and laughing, echoed and reverberated, as the man and woman walk hand in hand along the porcelain floor. He is smiling in the picture, but his eyes look lost, and desolate. Below the yellowed picture frame are the soft glow of embers that burn brighter.
A pendulum clock swings in silence on the center of the mantelpiece. And then the pendulum begins to slow. The embers burst into dancing flames.
I would have once called this a home, but now, it is just a room which haunts me, as familiar as it is ghostly and foreign. The paned windows around me reveal nothing but darkness, and the chair I sit on does not give me the comfort I once felt.
The flames grow ever higher. I hear the darkened wood around me groan, as if aware of my pain. The mantelpiece sets ablaze, as the photoframe falls, cracked onto the timber floorboards. The fire grows, scorches and sears, charring the framework of the house around me. The monotonous momentum of the pendulum grows slower, as each piece of wood cascades down around me, broken and burning. I squeeze my eyes shut, scared and confused.


Then, silence. I open my eyes and find myself floating in Cimmerian shade, total darkness, as the room falls around me. The snapped and broken chair orbits around my body. The fire starts to fade, as I look up, and see a divine, pure and radiant light far above me. I feel myself start to push up towards it, heavy and painful- as if I was swimming in ice cold water pushing down on me. I see her faded photographs float by me as I push myself, towards where the burning passion of the light leads me. The pendulum swings icily, as I swim in eternal space. Up. My arm stretches out past the point of no return. Grasping, clawing my way for a future that seems impossible. A dream unfulfilled. Uprooted and lost, hoping for my while away dream to come true. My chest pushing down as my mind starts to soar upwards further, the light painfully close. Moving, so, slowly. The panels of cracked wood and broken home I leave behind making no noise at all now. Getting closer. The loss I feel as I move on to something better, somewhere I belong to be.
I see a void, a hole in which I move towards, I feel no more heaviness, as it starts to clear like a veil I cannot control in my own conscienceness. I pass through, and I soar through golden, purifing light into light pink, deep red, and faded green skies. I see a sunset over distant emerald mountains, the purples of ages twinkle upon mist above the ocean, and I hear the crystal clear sound of waves crashing in the sweeped away horizon. Hovering weightlessly above the thick clouds... Cities of glass, rising 10,000 feet tall, bending and shimmering in the light of a thousand exploding golden suns. A grandeur sea of fields stretching across the landscape and shifting in the hazy wind; the smells of the grass and exotic fruit filling the air with tantalising delicacy... Eloquent sounds of violins singing, the atmosphere of absolute euphoria.


Then, I remember something, a moment from years ago, the sunlight dancing, and playing...


I feel myself then again falling, away from my beauty, away from the sounds of the most delicate orchestra in the back of my mind. Pushed with a breathe, I feel weight again, falling back through the void, ruthlessly pulled down into asunder.
As I stare upwards, the light fades, the void closes as I'm left falling in the cold, once again. All my sensations are lost, as the darkling light dissappears, and I am left numbly blinded in the suffocating cloak of familiarity. Back to fix the broken.
Silence.
I open my eyes, and I'm sat on a simple wooden chair in a small cabin.

The embers burn once again.



All comments from YouTube:

@avasingss

I would just like to thank Keaton Henson and Ren Ford. I have never experienced any music that has truly torn at my heart-strings the way that Romantic Works has. I am so thankful to have been graced with this enchanting, beautiful music.

@user-gw5uz4ed4s

Maybe Ludovico Einaudi is also something for you

@dyenec

Words can't describe the beauty of this song.

@starscape96

So true

@emmahammond7740

The attachment that I have to this track is so strong... it so much more than a just song to me, it is emotion, pain, love, beauty... it is art. Absolutely breathtaking.

@VamsiKrishna-vc6lf

This song is just so embedded in emotions...

@TheAlDante

Stunning record. One of the most inspiring things I have heard in a long time. Soulful, honest and beautiful. Thank you Keaton, it's a privilege to be able to listen to your music.

@chloemurdoch9074

This song is always on my mind, it absolutely transports me to another world.
My favourite time to listen to this is during an intense/emotional moment in a fantasy novel.

@untitled2638

Goosebumps all over, incredible, simply incredible

@karolinaruchlewicz9270

It's so pure...Keaton, thank you! 

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