This song was inspired by the global refugee crisis and the idea of outsiders in history. I was also thinking about Italo Calvino's novel 'Invisible Cities' when I wrote the song and maybe also Marx's idea of alienation. But then I'd like to break the shackles of 'naming' which is the cruelest of all prisons. I want vengeance against the word 'stranger', so with 'words like wounds' she burns your city down.
When the stranger came into our city
With its silver spires that glisten in the sun,
You could call him, touch him, or burn him
While you—shine, shine, shine,
When the stranger came into our town.
When the soldier came into our city,
With his cloaks of gold that shimmer in the sun,
You could curse me, hurt me,
Or burn me while you shine, shine, shine,
When the soldier came into our town.
Now you lay me down and call me wife,
You trace my face in the setting light,
You make love to me in a fantasy
That desecrates my mystery.
Until the stranger returns to our city,
With her words like wounds bleeding in the sun,
She will bless you, caress you,
Then burn your city to the ground,
When the stranger returns to our town.
Shine, shine, shine,
Until the stranger, the soldier, return now,
And burn your city down.
Burn your city down.
from Lost in Rhyme,
released April 4, 2019
Joustene—Vocals, Gibson SG guitar, blue electric guitar
Bella—Vocals, bass guitar
Having played in fusion and punk bands through her teens, Joustene often now performs solo. With an eclectic mix of influences and interests, Joustene's song represent a rich tapestry of personal and contemporary life.