Blue Lights

A mildly bluesy folk/rock song. I became aware of a story told by a woman who was groomed as a teen and only realised in her 20's what happened to her, after subsequent struggles. She struck me as having immense fortitude and sense of self. The groomer had played the woman's favourite song while taking her virginity/raping her. I turned that admiration into a song, partially for my eldest daughter who, 2 days prior to this Christmas gone, had the experience of trying to be coxed and then pulled into a van. Things are getting back to normal now, but it was a deeply traumatic experience to her.*

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You can ignore the silly bits (especially at the end). They're just there as this will be on an album and I'm trying to help keep it from being too dark. Hopefully it'll work in an album context - I do strange albums!

Lyric:

Blue lights, blue lights.

In a room where you didn’t belong.

Blue lights, blue lights.

He played your favourite song.

You asked if he’d be your first love,

Though he led you of all the way.

His firm hand pressed on your back, dear,

Whispering what you should say.

Blue lights, blue lights.

He played your favourite song.

Blue lights, blue lights.

Feigned love was quickly gone.

And you knew that he had hurt you:

Beyond pain, beyond right and wrong.

He stole without thought and never was caught,

And you’ve held that pain so long.

Do you fear that you lost it?

- That special piece of your soul.

Is it to hope or regret,

That in long nights your tears call?

Blue lights, blue lights.

He played your favourite song.

Blue lights, blue lights.

It’s not the loss that made you strong:

It’s not aching away in the darkness.

It’s not fearing it might come again.

It’s not holding yourself in comfort.

It’s not hoping the pain may still wane.

It’s in living each day with the memory.

It’s the strength to still play that song.

It’s in shining that light on the monster,

And telling it you're brave and strong.

Your soul it never was stolen,

It was bruised but it is with you life long.

You have risen from depths I can’t fathom,

And you still play that beautiful song .

Because beauty, my love, is everlasting;

It’s grows fierce in the most fertile shit.

Each smile you bear is a victory,

Over a man who’s not worth your spit.

He may have hurt and scarred you;

Made marks that will always last,

But you know he can’t control you,

From the blue hue of the past.

Yes, the strength lies not in anger,

In pain of things long gone.

It’s in your Spirit, Heart and Soul,

Every time you play that song.

Blue lights, blue lights.

Fading amidst the dawn.

Blue lights, blue lights.

Flicker as hope is born.

Blue lights, blue lights.

You play your favourite song.

Blue lights, blue lights.

And that’s how I know you’re so strong.

Re. the song, I am deeply worried that in my eagerness to cram in the lyric I wanted to, the section between 2-4 minutes winds up monotonous. I really don't want to cull the lyric or add in separating sections that will only extend the already long song. The only option is to move some of that lyric into a bridge/middle 8. I'd be interested in your thoughts on this point in particular. My vocal has nowhere to hide in this song so I hope it's not too painful on the ears! 😃

Equally, if anyone finds the lyric tasteless I'd equally be interested. I'd gladly remove it if it feels inappropriate. On that same point, I have read the forum guidelines and this song might well breach them. I feel like the lyric is sensitively handled but I'm only too pleased for it to be removed if it's in violation and I apologise if so.

CCB

*I promise you - most of my songs don't usually involve personal tragedy! 😁