Sisters Of The Moon

Piano Demo

Stevie: And, Andy, you can listen to this, and you will know exactly where it’s coming from. I don’t know. This might not be anything that anybody could even use, cause I’m gonna use it. This is the closing thing to something that I’m gonna do. But I might not do it for two years, so it doesn’t matter. Um…and I’ll probably make mistakes. I’ll just keep going, and then you can just, uh…because I’m…if…if I start thinking about it, I’ll definitely make mistakes¬† And if I keep stopping and starting over, I’ll never get through it. Ok? Ok, it’s called, um, Sisters of The Moon.

Intense silence
As she walked in the room
Her black robes trailing
Sister of the moon

Black widow spider makes
More sound than she
And, black moons in those eyes of hers
Make more sense to me
Heavy persuasion
Hard to breathe
She was dark at the top of the stairs
And she called to me

and so I followed
As friends often do
I cared not
For love nor money
I think she knew
And, the people, they adore her
Were always the most cruel
She asked me, be my sister
Sister of the moon

And so we make our choices
When there is no choice
We listen to their voices
Ignoring our own voice
And, the people, how they love her
They keep filling up her room
But the knowledge stands between us
Sisters of the moon

Sister…
Sister…
Mmm…

Some call me sister of the moon
Some say illusions are my game
They’d like to wrap me in velvet robes of gloom
Does anyone know my…name…

Intense silence
As she walked in the room
Her black robes were trailing
Sister of the moon
And black widow spider makes
More sound than she
And black moons in those eyes of hers
Made more sense to me
Heavy persuasion
It was hard to breathe
She was dark at the top of the stairs
She called…
She called…to me….

Stevie: Pretty weird, huh?

 

Outtake (5:20)

Intense silence
As she walked in the room
Her black robes trailing
Sister of the moon

Oh, and a black widow spider
Makes more sound than she
Black moons in those eyes of hers
Made more sense to me
Heavy persuasion
It was hard to breathe
She was dark at the top of the stair
And she called….to me….

Ooh ooh…ooh
Ooh ooh…ooh

And so I followed
As friends often do
I cared not for love nor money
Well, I think she knew
And the people who love her
They’re always the most cruel
She asked me, “Be my sister”
Sister….of the moon…

Ooh ooh…ooh ooh
Ooh ooh…ooh ooh
Ooh ooh…ooh ooh
Ooh ooh…ooh ooh

Some call her sister of the moon
Some say illusions are her game
They like to wrap her in velvet
Does anyone…anyone
Know her name…
My sister

Ooh ooh…ooh ooh
Ooh ooh…ooh ooh
Ooh ooh…ooh ooh

So we make our choices
When there is no choice
We listen to their voices
Ignoring our own voice

Oh oh…ah ah
Ah ha…ah ha
Ah ha…ah ha
Ah ha…ah ha

Won’t you be my sister of the moon