Crows and Vultures
“And the father made wings out of feathers and wax, to fly over the waters. He warned his son to be careful: too close to the waves and the foam would make the wings wet and too heavy. But would they fly too close to the sun, the wax would melt.
They flew away, and the son found freedom. And he found himself in the joy of the flight.
The ecstatic son flew higher.
More joy.
And he flew higher.
More warmth.
And as the son drowns in the sea, we get a timeless warning:
he symbolises our desire to achieve: our desire to free ourselves from the limitations of the laws of mortals - to feel like a god;
and he symbolises how we should use our powers wisely and carefully - what can happen when we strive towards the impossible, while forgetting the balance between our pride and humility.”
Crows and Vultures is a dark ballad.
It talks about our break with the romantic - the melodrama of the relationships we have with each other.
What does it mean to love one another?
What does it mean to take care of each other?
We might have felt whole, but that’s in the past now.
And when everything is said and done, how will we look back?
“There was a time when two kings fought fought for control. A third king, who didn’t know their ways, heard that those kings had come to fight them.
And so, every man, young and old who could bear arms, was called up and stationed on the border.
The sun rose in the morning, shining on the water. And they saw that the water looked red like blood.
”That’s blood!” they said. “Those kings must have fought and slaughtered each other. It’s time to plunder!””