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The story behind this song is based upon a true event that took place when myself and a few other stayed on the Island of Biskops Arnö, one cold Winter brake. I was there for a couple of years studying to become a writer, and these years have always meant a lot to me. They shaped my life significantly. I have a few stories to share from these times, and this is the first one.
Biskops Arnö is an Island with a very long and interesting history. It was first mentioned in the 11th Century while being settled by the Arch Bishop of the time. Throughout the years it was occupied by several Swedish Kings including King Gustav Vasa and Johan III. Today the Island is the home to a Nordic School of Writing, Drama Writing, and other classes.
There are still several very old building on the Island remaining fro the past. I remember the Gothic Hall, and although I do not know exactly from what time period it is, I would guess 15th, 16th Century based upon its architectural details.
Biskops Arnö is an Island with a very long and interesting history. It was first mentioned in the 11th Century while being settled by the Arch Bishop of the time. Throughout the years it was occupied by several Swedish Kings including King Gustav Vasa and Johan III. Today the Island is the home to a Nordic School of Writing, Drama Writing, and other classes.
There are still several very old building on the Island remaining fro the past. I remember the Gothic Hall, and although I do not know exactly from what time period it is, I would guess 15th, 16th Century based upon its architectural details.
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Biskops Arnö Chapter One
This story takes place, during one Winter brake,
we're just arriving to the Island, situated on a lake.
Through a valley of Oaks, passing a bridge,
met by some people, running down the ridge.
They have fear in their eyes, their skin is pale,
they scream and they shout, while pointing to the sky.
It's no wonder with such history, that they would find us interesting,
they landed their spaceship, behind the gothic hall.
And the spaceship, flew away, leaving its mark,
melted the snow, in a circle on the ground.
That's what the people said, we just shook our head,
and never spoke of it again, never a single sound.
Kings and crowns, a gothic hall, a spaceship coming down from the sky.
On this Island of Bishop and Kings, where poets sing their words of sin,
between the alley of novels, we sought things from outside and within.
"Strange things in the water, strange things in the sky",
said an old, patriotic woman, that had lived there her whole life.
"Light in the water at night, strange formations in the sky,
I don't know how to explain it, I wouldn't even so much try".
© M09
This story takes place, during one Winter brake,
we're just arriving to the Island, situated on a lake.
Through a valley of Oaks, passing a bridge,
met by some people, running down the ridge.
They have fear in their eyes, their skin is pale,
they scream and they shout, while pointing to the sky.
It's no wonder with such history, that they would find us interesting,
they landed their spaceship, behind the gothic hall.
And the spaceship, flew away, leaving its mark,
melted the snow, in a circle on the ground.
That's what the people said, we just shook our head,
and never spoke of it again, never a single sound.
Kings and crowns, a gothic hall, a spaceship coming down from the sky.
On this Island of Bishop and Kings, where poets sing their words of sin,
between the alley of novels, we sought things from outside and within.
"Strange things in the water, strange things in the sky",
said an old, patriotic woman, that had lived there her whole life.
"Light in the water at night, strange formations in the sky,
I don't know how to explain it, I wouldn't even so much try".
© M09
ramonaji
tune! Fascinating...!