Background
Birth.
We enter the world.
It takes us back.
We start our journey, usually not knowing what lies ahead.
The adventure begins, sometimes without us even knowing about it.
The trauma of separation from our mothers is quickly backfilled with the desire to seek out why we’re here and discover the point to our existence, if there is one, hence my reference to the quest for the ‘Originals’, my term for any gods, goddesses, science or other mythological or spiritual guide that might help us find meaning in our lives.
The song is in the key of B, which many say represents the resonance of the planet Earth itself. I also see it as ‘be’, as in, live in the present.
The core element of the song is FIRE, hence the title. When we are born, we consume, much like a fire. Air feeds us and keeps us alive. We are all slow burning fires, flickering and sometimes raging as we grow and age, but we all start small.
The colour of the song is a yellowy-lemon, which is why I start with images of spring and the sun, although still with a chill. The AA theme is a sense of powerlessness and craving, but also hope. As Joseph Campbell reminds us, we’re all born about 12 years too soon and can’t function (well) without the support or guidance of our parents or guardians. The influencing astrological sign of the song is Aries, with a theme of ‘me first’ and ‘let’s make things happen’.
Lyrics
It’s the spring of ambition
Chrysalis of bold
A singular dawn
With my face to the cold
I wake up without you
Launched out on my own
No longer tethered
To the bonds we have grown
This heart is divided
Between wants and desires
Subtle small embers
for slow burning fires
for slow burning fires
Easily wanting
Transformative thoughts
Inspirational prelude
That cannot by bought
I saw the sun turn ’round me
My head up in a cloud
My march of rebellion
My beginning of loud
My beginning of loud
This heart is divided
Between wants and desires
Subtle small embers
for slow burning fires
for slow burning fires
The Originals are out there
I’ll search throughout the lands
My mind is made up
My life’s in their hands
My life’s in their hands
It’s the rush of the flood
To be creatures of the sun
The passing of blood
The start of step one
This heart is divided
Between wants and desires
Subtle small embers
for slow burning fires
for slow burning fires
All lyrics and notes are copyright Bill Wittur, 2023.