1. The Chess Game

From the recording The Anatomy of Melancholy

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The Chess Game – Emily Stewart

Black, white, black…
White was first communion dresses, milk, and staring at the sun for too long. Black was smart shoes and sleep. Sometimes black was time when it stood still. Black was in his hand.

Black, white, black…
White was the lonely pikeman, and the marble tower; white lies, white lilies, and white doves before they dressed in soot.
The earth was black. Black was humour, and many a soul. Black was the brave steed, the one that lost the fight.

White stole his queen, and brought the king to his knees; white was light, but no colour.
Black was dreams before they appeared, and sometimes the dream itself.

black, white, black, white, black…