Furious Rose

Furious Rose

Song Notes
“Furious Rose” is another song touched by the orchestra. I wrote it about Freud and a woman he is trying to show is clinically crazy, but she’s actually just depressed and misunderstood. I tried to make the verses intricate and Victorian and the choruses more emotional. When I heard the arrangement for the first time, I imagined a woman running through a dark forest.

Lyrics
“It’s not really poetry, but it’s pretty,” he said.
As he raises his voice, she lowers her head.
”It makes my heart heavy, you’re lonely, I think.
Oh Rose, you’re sad, I suppose.”

“Look in her bed and she’s bound to be sleeping.
She is lying there dead. – No, she’s breathing.”

Furious Rose, with your opiate eyes.
And your languorous hum, that tone of surprise.
I’ve heard energy and adversity.
Your smile: the soul of witchery.
You’re not running away,
you’re not running – are you?

Lyrically longing, she’s tearing the words from the page.
She’s fearfully seething.
”Bring me you blessings, a prayer, or a new pen.
– You don’t know what I need.”

“Look in my bed and I’m bound to be sleeping,
I’m lying there dead, but I’m breathing.

And I’m barely balancing as it is,
and I don’t want to drown in my dreams.
Bring me wild plums and agrimony
I bet you don’t even know what that means.”

Furious Rose with your opiate eye.
And your languorous hum, that tone of surprise.
I’ve heard energy in adversity
your smile: the soul of witchery.
You’re not running away.
You’re not running – are you?

Gingerly peering, over his shoulder, removed herself from the room.
She is terribly freezing, she always knows when to go.