Alone
We Singing Colors Lyrics
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As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
These lyrics are actually an excerpt from the poem "Alone" by Edgar Allan Poe, and We Singing Colors adapted them into a song. The lyrics depict a sense of loneliness and estrangement from others, from childhood until present. The singer notes that they have not experienced things the same ways as others, even simple pleasures that most people take for granted. Their emotions are unique and cannot be sparked by the same things. They loved everything in solitude, and from the chaos and beauty around them in their youth, they found the mystery that still dominates their life.
The two stanzas of the song refer to two different periods of the singer's life, first being their childhood and how it was full of wonder and bewilderment. This period was integral in shaping their personality and worldview. The second stanza has an entirely different tone, as it reflects on how distressing and haunting life can become. The "demon in my view" denotes the troubles and pains that the singer has experienced, which have plagued them and influences their daily dealings. The singer is alone in their suffering, and there doesn't seem to be any escape from it.
Line by Line Meaning
From childhood's hour I have not been
Since my earliest days, I have felt different from others
As others were; I have not seen
I perceive the world in my own unique way
As others saw; I could not bring
I cannot force myself to feel what others feel
My passions from a common spring.
I do not share the same sources of inspiration as most people
From the same source I have not taken
I draw my emotions from different places than others
My sorrow; I could not awaken
I cannot choose when to feel sadness
My heart to joy at the same tone;
I am not moved to happiness by the same things that move most people
And all I loved, I loved alone.
The things I am passionate about are unique to me
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
When I was young
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
Amidst all the chaos of my existence
From every depth of good and ill
From all the best and worst experiences of my life
The mystery which binds me still:
I am still bound by the mystery of my uniqueness
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From both the chaos and the peaceful moments of my life
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the harsh and difficult moments
From the sun that round me rolled
From the moments of warmth and light in my life
In its autumn tint of gold,
During times of transition and change
From the lightning in the sky
From sudden and intense moments
As it passed me flying by,
That caught me by surprise
From the thunder and the storm,
From the turbulent and tumultuous times
And the cloud that took the form
And even from the ominous times
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
(When everything else seemed normal)
Of a demon in my view.
Of things that frightened and haunted me
Contributed by Lillian K. Suggest a correction in the comments below.