What if you could sing a song in a foreign tongue, unknown to you? Impossible! It thought so too, until it happened. A few years ago, I “felt” a song coming in. This usually happens when I sit with my guitar, and chords start flowing in from “nowhere” (meaning “everywhere”). I had learned enough over the years (I am trainable to some degree), to open up the recording gear, just in case. Well, the chords felt good and rich and interesting. And then these foreign words came out. And kept coming. I turned on the vocal mic, and caught them. I played them back, with the guitar part behind them. Amazing. It sounded like some ancient language, somehow familiar to me. A little like Gaelic, from the little I had heard of it. It did not matter on some level, it simply sounded real and complete, even though I could not understand it in that literal understanding part of my brain. But music births from a different part of the brain, the part that accesses the heart as well, and I believe encompasses the whole brain.
I redid the acoustic guitar part, keeping the original vocal, and added an ethereal electric guitar, bass, and synth drums. And another harmony vocal. Somehow I knew what to sing with the original part. Here it is.
Someone who knew a bit about ancient languages said it was somewhat like Gaelic. I said, “Maybe Olde Gaelic?”, half joking. They just smiled and said, “I don’t know, I wasn’t around then”. This mystery of music is like la Mer, an ocean I immerse myself in, where time and body become like the blood of my Soul, flowing into an endless and ancient Sea.
The song is here, waiting, like la Mer: