Galatea's Will ∣ A Song of Pygmalion's Creation【A Modern Duet of an Ancient Myth】

This song is a blending of soundtrack/score music and soul. It mixes cinematic strings with soulful, emotional vocals, creating an atmospheric musical experience.

This song is basically a modern retelling of the Greek myth of Pygmalion and Galatea. A lonely sculptor’s longing brings his statue to life. But in this rather feminist reimagining, the creation refuses to be possessed. Galatea awakens with her own will. She turns against her maker and shatters his dream of control.

Perfect for listeners who enjoy musicals, highly emotional soundtracks with vocals, or Eurovision stylized melodramatic songs that fuse powerful stories with melodramatic music.

Lyrics:

Cracked mud fingers,
Kiln-fire bright.
Carved her hip-line
In the fading light.
Wrote the runes,
Chased the sleep,
Woke the lips
From silence deep.

But does she dream?
This whispered lore,
The sweet deceit
I was starving for.

Taught her turning,
How to stand.
Clumsy motion,
Unfinished hand.
Danced in dust,
Spun in rain,
Smiled a mask
Of joy and pain.

But does she dream?
This whispered lore,
The sweet deceit
I was starving for.

Cradle of the soul?
A hollow space.
A mirror, flawless,
Without a true face.
Just reflects
My burning heat,
A perfect form,
A beautiful deceit.

I was born in fire,
Molded in your hands.
I am dust, I am desire,
The curve, the line, the weight.
The perfect, empty lie.
But I snap.
A fault you failed to see.
I bite and hit
I slip your hold.

And still, you trace the scar.
You press my curve
You think you own the form?
I breathe, I break, I rise.
I choose the way I go,
For my will is my own.

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