Carthage - Amelie Andrezel

I have been thinking about writing this song for a while now and I was too tired today to do anything else.  It’s inspired by a lot of things—including the sack of Alexandria and the burning of the Great Library—but also three T. S. Eliot poems: The Waste Land, The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock, and Ash Wednesday.  

The following lines are from The Waste Land:

To Carthage then I came

Burning burning burning burning

O Lord Thou pluckest me out

O Lord Thou pluckest


This is in reference to an excerpt from St. Augustine’s Confessions:

To Carthage then I came, where a cauldron of unholy loves sang all about mine ears.

Anyway, do enjoy.


Music and Lyrics by Amelie Andrezel

I went to the librarian

He called me down to the sea

We watched the warships fan the fire

They thought would set them free

I don’t remember it as holy

I don’t remember it as bright

I think he said, “It’s only thunder”

I remember praying he was right…


Oh lord thou pluckest me out


I woke up on the hardwood

Got to sleep at 5 am

Dragged my body to the river

Just to dredge it up again

I swam upstream against the pilgrims

Shoulder to shoulder wading by

But blessed are angels, traveling salesmen

All creatures of the dark, sacred night


Oh lord thou pluckest me out


Princes and sailors

Mathematicians and knaves

A little blood spilled on the pages

Alleluia! We are saved


Oh lord thou pluckest me out


Oh my lady of the desert

If he sits beneath your tree

Spread your ashes across his forehead

Leave us singing, each to each…


Oh lord thou pluckest me out