Pinioned here, all alone
The wind it bites down to the bone
If there's a fault it is my own
They've punished me for what I've done.
What I gave's not mine to give
I faced the wrath, but still I live
The gods are not prone to forgive
Their vengeance flies in from above.
Prometheus.
When they tore out my organs
Left me here to bleed,
I hope the gods got
What they need.
Tell me the fire keeps you warm.
Tell me the light keeps you safe from harm.
Tell me that all this pain was worth it.
Tell me my sacrifice has made you more fit.
Tell me a story to lull me to sleep.
Tell me all those little lies so I forget to weep.
Tear me up, won't let me die
The eagle's claws dig up my thigh.
Eviscerate and justify
A punished thief seen in their eye.
They heal my flesh, give me reprieve
A mercy I bet you believe.
Instead it's cause for me to grieve.
Revenge returns, yet I can't leave.
Prometheus.
On this Rock Prometheus
Was sacrificed for all of us
He stole fire from the gods
But failed to overcome the odds.
Prometheus was punished here
For taking what the gods hold dear
So let our flames take Olympus.
Prometheus, Prometheus!
The fevered dreams of a broken man
who thought ahead, but failed to plan.
The latest from NY’s David Nagler is a stirring chamber-folk record with rich instrumentation and vivid, evocative lyrics. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 7, 2022