MaMusic stirs the heart through deep soul felt lyrics and sparse supportive instrumentation. Sarah and Karisha together create original music that breathes. Tight vocal harmonies ring out a cappella or blend with upright bass, mandolin, guitar, and flute to deliver a message of living joyfully on this planet Earth."
Howl
MaMuse Lyrics
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Flourescent moss and rose-tinted brush
Mid-afternoon
The season is early winter
The larch are gold and becoming, on a northern slope
My feet dangle over the edge
Will you throw me a rope
They say that it's an Indian summer
I'm howlin' again
Oooh, ahhh. . .
I listen for the owls breaking
Of midnight bones
I listen for the messages that speak
From my own
And 'though I don't know what time it is
I know I am alone
And 'though I'm tired of being the wind
I'm howlin' again
Oooh, ahhh
The sky is sighing snow
I'm singing in harmony
Take a bit of refuge
Beneath an old weathered tree
And slowly, slowly I befriend the wind
Ooh, ahh
The first stanza of MaMuse's song Howl begins with the singer describing their surroundings, which appear serene and peaceful. They describe what lies beneath the surface, suggesting that even though things may seem tranquil, there is much more happening below the surface. The singer calls out to their companion, asking them to throw them a rope, suggesting that they may be struggling or need help. As the season changes into an early winter, the singer takes advantage of the moment by reflecting on the beauty of the world around them. They describe the larch trees as being golden, and with their feet dangling over the edge of something, they request assistance from their companion by asking for a rope.
In the second stanza, the singer listens to the sounds of the night, hoping to hear messages that are meant for them. They acknowledge that they do not know what time it is, but they are aware that they are alone. The singer feels as if they are just the wind, implying that they have no direction or purpose. The final stanza begins with the singer describing the snow that is falling from the sky. They sing in harmony, providing a stark contrast to the snow's sigh. The singer takes refuge under an old tree, gradually starting to make peace with the wind.
Line by Line Meaning
What lives below this granite crust
Wondering what lies beneath the hard, rocky surface of the earth.
Fluorescent moss and rose-tinted brush
Imagining the vibrant and colorful plant life that may exist beneath the granite crust.
Mid-afternoon
Describing the time of day as mid-afternoon.
The season is early winter
Noting that it is early winter according to the weather and appearance of the surroundings.
The larch are gold and becoming, on a northern slope
Observing the beauty of the golden larch trees on a slope facing the north.
My feet dangle over the edge
Sitting on the edge of something with feet dangling down.
Will you throw me a rope
Asking for help or support from someone else.
They say that it's an Indian summer
Referring to an unseasonably warm period of weather known as Indian summer.
And 'though I'm tired of being the wind
Expressing a feeling of weariness or frustration with constantly going with the flow and not having control.
I'm howlin' again Oooh, ahhh...
Finding the need to express oneself strongly and loudly, even though it may not be completely comfortable.
I listen for the owls breaking of midnight bones
Paying attention to the sounds of nature, specifically listening for the owls and their unique calls in the night.
I listen for the messages that speak from my own
Listening inwardly for personal messages, guidance, or intuition.
And 'though I don't know what time it is, I know I am alone
Feeling alone or isolated, even if the surrounding environment is uncertain or confusing.
The sky is sighing snow
Weather indicating that snow is likely falling or about to start falling.
I'm singing in harmony
Enjoying expression through singing, which may help to relieve stress or anxiety.
Take a bit of refuge beneath an old weathered tree
Finding comfort by seeking shelter or taking a break under an old and aged tree.
And slowly, slowly I befriend the wind Ooh, ahh
Learning to work with the unpredictable or unexpected, and finding beauty and enjoyment in it.
Contributed by Peyton A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.