Epilogue
(from Fyodor Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment)
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LYRICS:
I was almost great once― Almost rose above the law; I towered over smaller minds, Rose higher and higher and I Nearly overtook the sun And there my waxen wings melted away And down I fell in shame I sought my end, that crooked grace to pain, Oh, but try as I might, still I found My weakness sentenced me to life. And now I find I have nothing to my name but me, And I realize it was grace that brought me back To all this beautiful banality; A new dawn rises soft Into the winter chill of summer morn, Waking everything to life once more. There will be great striving on the road ahead― More than time allows to tell, But the story is yours now, Make it a good one, eh? It’s the perfect day to change your world; It’s the only day you have. Well this story is ours now, You and I here at the end of us And the beginning of forever’s song. This story is ours now, So, allons-y. |
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LINER NOTES: This song meets Rodion Romanovich Raskolnikov in the epilogue of Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment. Rodya is in prison after confessing to the murder of a swindling old pawnbroker and her sweet, innocent half-sister. He had attempted the perfect crime and would have succeeded, had he not confessed in a moment of weakness. Now he is forever trapped in his own humanity―trapped in regular relationships with regular people. All hope of greatness has been lost. |