Spøgelser i de Tomme Rum - Laura Marek

I made the music for this over a year ago; didn't know what to do with it and knew that experimenting with Irish sounds was not my usual. I had a song written in English that didn't do it justice and so I changed it to Danish. I already know Swedish so it wasn't too far from it and it seemed to suit the song best. I changed the melody to using more of my falsetto and melisma. It's a song about loss and the incredible grief that comes with it. I was inspired to write this for my mom, who died too soon...at 33, I only 5. Danish lyrics and translation below. SPØGELSER I DE TOMME RUM (Ghosts in the empty rooms) Der hænger stadig jakken på døren, som om du kommer hjem i nat. Et glas står glemt på køkkenbordet, og stolen ved siden af er sat. Jeg hører gulvet knirke sagte, som dengang du gik forbi. Et gammelt ur slår midnat, men tiden går ikke forbi. Der er spøgelser i de tomme rum, de hvisker, når natten bliver stum. De bor i væggene, under mit skin, i hvert lille mærke, du efterlod dig. Du er væk, men du er stadig her, i luften, i mørket, i alt hvad jeg ser. Der er spøgelser i de tomme rum, og jeg savner dem alle én for én. Dit navn står stadig på en gammel liste, skrevet med blæk, der næsten er væk. Jeg finder dit smil i et falmet billede, og pludselig står du lige bag min ryg. Der dufter stadig af din parfume i gardinet ved det åbne vindu'. Jeg lukker øjnene bare et øjeblik, og hele huset bliver fyldt af dig. Der er spøgelser i de tomme rum, de hvisker, når natten bliver stum. De bor i væggene, under mit skin, i hvert lille mærke, du efterlod dig. Du er væk, men du er stadig her, i luften, i mørket, i alt hvad jeg ser. Der er spøgelser i de tomme rum, og jeg savner dem alle én for én. Måske er minder ikke noget, vi kan begrave under jord. Måske bliver kærlighed tilbage, selv når ingen længere bor. For hver gang jeg siger dit navn, bliver stilheden lidt mindre. Og alle dem, jeg har mistet, begynder langsomt at forsvinde... Men ikke helt. Der er spøgelser i de tomme rum, de danser, når natten bliver stum. De går gennem gangen, de sætter sig ned, som skygger fra en anden evighed. Du er væk, men du er stadig her, og måske er det derfor, jeg holder dig kær. Der er spøgelser i de tomme rum, men måske er de bare minder om dem, jeg aldrig vil glemme Jeg slukker lyset rum for rum, men ét står stadig åbent. Jeg ved, at jeg er alene... men jeg føler mig ikke alene. Der er spøgelser i de tomme rum. ENGLISH TRANSLATION Your jacket still hangs on the door, as if you’re coming home tonight. A glass sits forgotten on the kitchen table, and the chair beside it is set. I hear the floorboards creak softly, like back when you walked by. An old clock strikes midnight, but time doesn't move on. There are ghosts in the empty rooms; they whisper when the night falls silent. They live in the walls, beneath my skin, in every little mark you left behind. You are gone, yet you are still here— in the air, in the dark, in everything I see. There are ghosts in the empty rooms, and I miss them all, one by one. Your name is still on an old list, written in ink that’s all but faded away. I find your smile in a faded photograph, and suddenly, you’re standing right behind me. The scent of your perfume still lingers on the curtain by the open window. I close my eyes for just a moment, and the whole house fills with you. There are ghosts in the empty rooms; they whisper when the night falls silent. They live in the walls, beneath my skin, in every little mark you left behind. You are gone, yet you are still here— in the air, in the dark, in everything I see. There are ghosts in the empty rooms, and I miss them all, one by one. Perhaps memories aren't something we can bury in the ground. Perhaps love remains, even when no one lives there anymore. For every time I say your name, the silence grows a little less. And all those I have lost begin to slowly fade away... But not completely. There are ghosts in the empty rooms, they dance when the night falls silent. They walk through the hallway, they sit down, like shadows from another eternity. You are gone, yet you are still here, and perhaps that is why I hold you dear. There are ghosts in the empty rooms, but perhaps they are just memories of those I will never forget. I turn off the lights, room by room, but one door remains open. I know that I am alone... but I do not feel alone. There are ghosts in the empty rooms.