Two more tracks from our latest album, Bound with Gold, have been released – the title track, “Bound with Gold”, and “Blue Sunday”. The five-track album is due out by the end of October 2025.
BOUND WITH GOLD
This song was inspired by kintsugi – Japanese: 金繕い. Kintsugi is the Japanese art and philosophy of repairing broken pottery by mending it with lacquer mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. The result is visible mending that makes the object more, not less, valuable. This philosophy can be extended to people. When someone has been hurt, and they have survived, they are stronger and better than before, even though they may have visible and invisible scars.
Bound With Gold ©2025 Martha Bijman & Sean Berchik
BLUE SUNDAY
Sci-Fi writer Douglas Adams coined the phrase “…the long, dark teatime of the soul” in his eponymous 1998 “Dirk Gently” novel. The expression refers to that time on a Sunday, after noon but before the evening, when the weekend has finished but the week had not yet begun. Adams described this as a listless limbo before the start of the work-week. In this song, Sunday afternoons are like the long, dark teatime of the soul, depressing, lonesome, and blue, because someone’s missing. There’s no communication, and the singer is both irritated and petulant. It’s not a blue Monday – it’s a blue Sunday.
Blue Sunday ©2025 Martha Bijman & Sean Berchik
Lyrics – Bound With GolD
Once I feared I was beyond repair
A fractured hairline, an empty stare
But cracks let the light in, and I broke the mould
The wreckage rewarded, mended with gold
Stolen years Like broken glass
Hold like glue As the tears roll past
Guess I should thank you, yeah
And I Guess I should thank you
Broken dreams Broken sky
Open wounds from these open lies
And I guess I should thank you
Stronger for being broken
Pen to slay the sword
Every little jagged piece
Now worth its weight in gold
Stronger for being broken
A pen to slay the sword
Every little jagged piece
Bound with gold
Witness the lustre that beams like the stars
Each crack boasting brilliance, treasured, not scarred
Life holds a space for the brave and bold
Wreckage rewarded, mended with gold
Stolen years like broken glass
Hold like glue as the years roll past
Guess I should thank you, yeah
Wanna thank you
Broken dreams, broken sky
Open wounds from these open lies
And I guess I should thank you
For making it worthwhile
Lyrics – Blue Sunday
No calls, no talk
No calls, no talk
No calls, no talk
It’s a blue, blue Sunday
No talk, no calls, well
no contact anyway
Where are you
on this oh so blue
blue, blue Sunday
Aching and waking
and longing for you
What is a girl to do
How long, how long
can there be no song
Morning ’til afternoon
Aching and waking
and longing for you
What is a girl to do
How long, how long
can there be no song
Deeper in the blue
No talk, no calls
no contact anyway
Where are you
on this oh so blue
blue, blue Sunday
Just a note
Send up flare
Just flicker as I yearn
The days are short
But night’s so long
Show me the light still burns
Aching and waking
and longing for you
What is a girl to do
How long, how long
can there be no song
Deeper in the blue