I am quiet, almost silent
As I contemplate the scale
Of all the worlds around me-
Oh, what stories I could tell!
I could perhaps regale you
With a trial I once endured
I could tell you of the shackles
My captors skillfully procured
I could share with you the horror,
The despair of loved ones lost
I could talk about the agony
Grief demands as its due cost
I am quiet, almost silent
As I contemplate the scale
Of all the worlds around me-
Oh, what stories I could tell!
There are many painful stories
That I might choose to tell
But pain can be addictive-
only laughter breaks its spell
So perhaps instead of quaking
With the agony that I feel
I’ll skim the surface of my stories
Find the one that most appeals
I am quiet, almost silent
As I contemplate the scale
Of all the worlds around me-
Oh, what stories I could tell!
I may perhaps regale you
With a time I spoke too true
Before I knew that honesty
Was respected by so few
I could tell you of the moment
That I saw friends’ faces change
When I shared their hidden motives
In a heated interchange
I am quiet, almost silent
As I contemplate the scale
Of all the worlds around me-
Oh, what stories I could tell!
There are many honest stories
That I might choose to tell
But truth can be quite violent
Unless laughter breaks its spell
So perhaps instead of shooting
Arrows made of honest words
I will rummage through my stories
Find the one that’s most absurd
I am quiet, almost silent
As I contemplate the scale
Of all the worlds around me-
Oh, what stories I could tell!
I might perhaps regale you
With a time I went disguised
As a bridesmaid to a wedding
In a plot that I devised
I could relay to you the horror
the giant wore upon his face
As he realized that his bride
Had been thoroughly replaced
I am quiet, almost silent
As I contemplate the scale
Of all the worlds around me-
Oh, what stories I could tell!
There are many funny stories
That I might choose to tell
But even laughter has a limit,
Even mirth can be dispelled
So perhaps instead of pulling
Pranks that aren’t quite jokes
I will remind you of a maxim
That has never been a hoax
All the stories that you know
And all the ones you don’t
Are all truth and lies together,
Bits of reality uncloaked
I am quiet, almost silent
As I contemplate the scale
Of all the worlds around me-
Oh, what stories I could tell!
This is a song I wrote for Loki for an indie album me and a friend are working on putting together. I’m not going to point out the allusions to the myths here, but anyone who has read the Norse myths should recognize the stories hinted at.