Story Behind The Song
The idea of Esmouvoir is my attempt to use the good part my emotions, the feelings that I have in music - against the bad part of my emotions. In a way to fight fire with fire. Most of the time my emotions are completely opposed to my logic and mental pursuits of God. I wanted the song that would respond to those emotions in an emotional way rather than the logical arguments I often have with my own emotions. Christians have a battle between the carnal fallen nature and the spirit and this song might resonate with them concerning this battle. The aspect I am focusing on may be different as it is my emotions that mostly battles with my spirit and mind. This song attempts to push back on my emotions - the ones that want to deceive me, haunt me, torment me, etc. - in the face of the truth, to make me deny the truth. I personify these emotions as a woman named "Esmouvoir."
The name "Esmouvoir" is a variation on old French and English words meaning "emotion".
Song Description
The name "Esmouvoir" is a variation on old French and English words meaning "emotion".
| Song Length |
5:48 |
Genre |
Unique - Unclassified |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Miserable |
Subject |
Dysfunctional Relations, Life |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Esmouvoir, I trusted you so deep and all the while you keep distrusting me.
You know the things I share with you are beautiful and real
But you refuse to give your joy, my laughter you would steal.
Oh why must you torment me so throughout these many years - Esmouvoir?
Gentle One, I came to you in pain; You took me in and cried with me for days.
But you would have my heart remain in sadness and despair
You hate the light and truth I seek and joy that might be there.
Your jealousy has blinded you to all we could be heir - Esmouvoir
The force behind my feelings, the music in my songs. You comfort me in sorrow and mock me when I'm strong. You're wondrous and you're evil, oh why must you be both Esmouvoir?
Faithless one, you say I owe you proof. But time again you wont believe the truth.
You know the things you say to me are painful and untrue, but you prefer the dark of night and want me there with you.
If there were ways to change it all, I'd surely let you go Esmouvoir.
Rival of my logic, lover of my pride. You try to drown my reason with screams of doubt and lies. Your comfort and your torture are ever by my side Esmouvoir.