Poet: Behind The Album

The Story Behind the Album, ‘Poet’ By Tiffany Apan.

Ghost (excerpt)

A ghost in the hallway

A spirit in a void

Wandering aimlessly, lost in a purgatory

They detect a presence, but never look my way

Between the present and the future

Lost, Wandering, Faceless…

Porcelain Doll (excerpt)

Her scattered pieces shatter the floor

They sweep her away in a bag out the door

Only to be replaced by another

In know time they’ll all forget about her…

Thrown in busted and broken inside the dark, cold box

Lowering itself deep into the ground…

She appeared to be immortal

She seemed so untouchable

They admired her for her beauty…

The cracked and battered little doll

Mounted high on a wall

Before came her terrible fall…

Free (excerpt)

Just give me some kind of sign

To let me know I’m on the road

That I’m supposed to be

In this space I am confined,

In a stone cell on my own

One day I know I’ll be free…

Run Away and Hide (excerpt) I don’t have a love for money Try to find richness in my soul…

A Prayer (excerpt) Carry me through the fire into the waters of heaven Into the sea of paradise, I leave behind the days of old A lowly soul in search for truth Unveiling all the lies that I’ve been told…

Black Forest (excerpt) Find my path, Find my way… Black of night, I’ve strayed so far…

Destiny’s Path (excerpt) Setting down my weapons Found in newfound strength Guide me to the end, let my will stay strong Give direction to my mind and soul As I move on through the night…

Ashes to Dust (excerpt)

Up from the ashes, like the phoenix I rise

I rise from your dust, from your timely demise

My flame burns bright, my furnace ignites

So hot and high, it colors the sky…

Ashes to Dust, Victory is mine

Embers Burn out what has passed has died

Haunting me no more…

Warrior (Soldier for Myself) (excerpt)

In the wake of my own rapture

I’m given the gift of life

Through trials and tribulations

I win war, battle, and fight

Only me and me alone

To conquer assassin and foe

Before ascending into heaven

I’ve descended into hell

Onward to my destiny, I’m a soldier for myself

I’m a warrior, I’m a warrior

Against the darkness I prevail

In Translation:

When it was suggested to me to bring some lyrical content that best represents me to ‘Confessions of a Lyricist’ in Inkless Magazine, I really had to stop and think about it. I think of ‘Poet’ as not being simply an album or a ‘songbook of songs’ of sorts but it was truly an emotional and spiritual journey. There is a complete story behind the entire album where every piece needs one another in order to really put the puzzle together. This is why I decided to not just choose one song but choose a lyrical excerpt from each song that I felt best fit each phase of my own personal battle with my demons. This is not an easy thing as I’ve always been very private about difficult experiences. So private that during my very first concert of performing my own material, I did the majority of the show singing with my eyes closed. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul and the idea of complete strangers seeing through my eyes and into the very depths of my soul absolutely terrified me. The idea of being picked apart and judged was not a whole lot of fun either. But the story needed to be told and I needed to deal with it and this was my way of dealing with the things I was going through. Ever since I was a child I’ve found solace in performing and the arts. I am now much more comfortable with singing my songs in front of audiences, but there are a couple songs that I still have (and probably always will have) a bit of a hard time performing. But I will always perform them because at the end, there is an amazing cathartic feeling. It is a feeling that far outweighs the slight twinge of fear I feel before singing a particularly personal song.