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Broken to be Rebuilt intends to illuminate strength in the face of weakness.

BtbR describes a separation from self. The beginning line: “Like the tide without its moon” describes being alive whilst simultaneously feeling absent and without.

 

The phrase, ‘broken to be rebuilt’, initially occurred to me when I tried to fix an old childhood toy. In a last attempt to get inside towards the components, I cracked open its plastic casement with a hammer. After replacing the batteries — and still no life emerging — I concluded: better to have smashed it open, and tried to make it work, than to have left a “perfectly fine” toy unusable.

 

BtbR references a dark place. Wholesome love becomes a lifeline; accepting, and knowing within that we are loved, unconditionally, is what’s going to help create pieces for missing spaces. I began writing this track back in the summer of 2011. In August-time, my sister, Jasmine, was in India; she sent over a phrase she’d written — not knowing necessarily why:

“She walks blind led by despair

To Grief and Sorrow’s darkened layer.
When in youth she dared to dream

That Love is powerful, Love redeems.”

Restoration. I could starkly see a place for it — it fitted in with the faint foundations already laid down in BtbR — so I asked her if I could use the stanza. This is why BtbR is such a powerful song for me: whenever I had no vision for Love, Jasmine was able to encourage me to lift my head, and look towards it, at least. Anyone who knows me knows I’m close to my family; this is just one example of why. I’m very grateful for them. And friends, too. We need people.

 

As human beings, we constantly go through a mental growth // renewal process; I liken this to a reptile shedding its skin as it grows. This song never ceases to bring me a blunt comfort. It doesn’t sugarcoat life. And for me, that’s a huge relief. Instead, it’s always offered me something within its melody that keeps me clinging along with it. Things get better, I am told; so it’s just about persisting, and continuing, until that time. I hope, to you, BtbR gives a sense of peace and hopefulness.

 

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l y r i c s :

Like the tide without its moon,

Is a life without her light.

She walks blind led by despair

To Grief and Sorrow’s darkened layer.

Oh my God.

To lose your heart,

Is to lose your home.

When in youth she dared to dream

That Love is powerful, Love redeems.

Undone jigsaw she’s in pieces;

Puzzled by the picture, she says:

Oh my God.

To lose your heart,

Is to lose your home.

Broken to be Rebuilt.