Sunday, 17 March 2013
I rarely find inspiration for my writing in music, and - unlike many authors - I can't stand to have any playing while I write.
But sometimes I've written something and then I across a song that makes me think "Yeah, when they come to film that story, this'd make a perfect song for the closing credits!"
So here's Broken Crown by Mumford and Sons, which is just perfect for my work-in-progress novel Cover Him With Darkness. As usual, their lyrics are ambiguous and opaque (although they do use a very Christian vocabulary), but in this case the embittered chorus is just perfect for my fallen angel:
But oh, my heart was flawed; I knew my weakness,
So hold my hand; consign me not to darkness.
So crawl on my belly 'til the sun goes down;
I'll never wear your broken crown;
I took the road and I fucked it all away.
Now in this twilight - how dare you speak of grace?