That sun that burns

[onacarom]

That sun that burns

It is so hard to run through the desert
when you only have the strength of your flight

It is so hard to be just sand when you are shadow
It is so hard to be air when your feet stumble, stumble

It is so easy to loose yourself in the wells of your fears
when looking at the sky
you only see its blue indifference
while the sun burns your soul

Best Regards

 

[John Watt]

At first I was a little worried, seeing the singer looking so down, so hurt, so wounded.
But then the first visual was beautiful, seeing a dried seabed or planet surface,
with an aquatic environment with a celestial sky, turning into a beautiful desert.
The keyboard sound has a soprano sax quality to it sometimes, very nice.

The music must have made the singer feel better, looking better at the end.
She said "onacarom". Now I've been thinking of your name as "on-a-care-om", like a pool players' carom shot.
She pronounced it "own-a-car-roam", I think.
But that's okay. You videos always make me think.

 

[John Watt]

I must be crawling through the same desert again, hearing this song.
It starts off like a lonely Arabic traveler singing, after the heat of the day, sitting by the warmth of the campfire.
And then it becomes an oasis of sound... the life of the desert emerging after the sun sets, percolating...
and as that fades before the sunlight... starts to shine on onacarom music.
Hey! I hafta say that... I heard the voice of the desert tell me.