Storyteller Experiencing Total Confusion Songtext
von Kurt Elling

I see smoke, the beauty standing
Words came alive for a dance
Talk of light turned into sunrise
Talk about oceans turned into seas of blue in green
As a gown for the Virgin queen
There′s a spare of river Banks and medals
Came on to flow as the terror and thorn chasing love and themselves through the story


I was tired at the foot of the hill walking up pass the brown grass domain to the great sky
Where I stood the river spoke and reached
I knelt to drink and saw under my wrist a small fish blinking eyelids was like
Standing again, I bent with the shape of the hills where no trees grew and rocks
It was then that the hidden bird sang like two grass spears rubbing it's voice was more trembling than the ravens
I was like a knife cutting the grass
It′s voice was a red arrow breaking like lightening over anabis
That music came into my body
Touching the river again with one hand and reaching with the other towards the dome of the hill
I sang my own song for the moment to whatever kept us apart
To the broken voice in the grass and to the limited vision of fish to the season
The ashes the summer to the shadows that fell on my face
All at once we saw the lady
Making his lips with a steel
Turning stories into music
One within one and said with the word, it caused me to die
Like a wider scoop time of dreams
Then we end our symphony unwritten while