"The Fence"
Song by Hungry Lights
from the album The Awry Ascent
October 11, 2015
The Awry Ascent track listing
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Prite & Promise A Drunken Stalemate

"The Fence" is track four on the Hungry Lights studio album "The Awry Ascent." Remember that this is a summary, not the entire story! It is like 10% of what is actually going on—just the skeleton. It is a rough translation of what is literally going on in the lyrics. There is also a figurative story that is taking place at the same time which goes much deeper and does not involve the fictional character Prill, but that is up to you to find :) It is much easier to discover the hidden meaning when you grasp a decent understanding of the literal meaning first. These are your puzzle pieces, and I highly suggest you study them before pursuing the next albums in the sequence, otherwise emotion and information will be lost, therefore connections will be missed!


In "The Fence," Prill has returned home, and everything has been ideal. Several months have gone by since "Prite & Promise," and suddenly Prite reveals to Prill that she is pregnant with his child. Prill is shocked by the news to the point of denial. He does not really want to believe what she is telling him because the truth of it would complicate the new life he has been striving for. He feels very indifferent about the entire situation.

More time goes by, and Prite is telling Prill all the wonderful things she plans to do once their baby is born, but Prill is not really listening. He is stuck in his own head—trapped in indifference. Eventually, he decides that if they are going to have this child, he needs a better job. He does not believe he can provide for the three of them doing what he does now (especially since he has given up being a sea hunter). He starts to think of the future—think of raising a child in poverty, and it bothers him. If he is going to have this baby, he wants it to have the best life possible, and this is when he starts to get ideas... This very moment here is the catalyst of Prill's tale, "From Windfall To Hell." This is when he decides he is going to catch Fothcrah. This is the point of no return.

After realizing what he needs to do, Prill has a great debate with himself over whether or not it is even possible. And if it is, is it worth it? He gave up that life! He is not a sea hunter anymore. And even if he chose to return to it, nobody has ever caught Fothcrah before. Nobody knows if she really even exists! She is folklore—a myth! There are only stories, and the people who believe those stories are deemed fools. Prill does not want to be, nor does he think himself a fool, but the desire consumes him. Prill is the best. If anybody can catch her, it is him—at least this is what he tells himself.

Soon enough, Prill begins to doubt himself. He knows that he is figuratively digging his own grave, that he is crazy, that he is a fool, but he sees no other option. He believes that he is running out of time, and so he makes his decision to return to the sea—to his old life, and make one last catch.


From the heart, again I felt beat

And the dawn—your smile

O' I concede!

My revered standing in the expanse

To my surprise, a cantered stride

Is the proposal that you'd yearned for my embrace

And as we lock

And as we cite

You ached to tell me something

Such words merely bounced off

My naked ears did not understand

My chaos—controlled,

But contorted by hearsay

O' I'm divided!

We might have made a treasure weaved in cloth

Of the kind that can't be forgotten

Like a fire spreading far beyond the shore,

Such a fierceness was our love

You told me all about your passions and your funny dreams

-A portrait that was painted in the dark

For I was lying on a bed of whispers in my sleep

And nothing that you said would stay affix

Many hours and days and weeks went by

I saw that I could not provide

Shall I stay by your side?

And as the moonlight shined into the sea,

The reflection lied...

The reflection lies!

How I could not spend my whole life like that!

How I would despair!

I tasted a sip of ambrosia

-Waking into divine

We might have made a treasure weaved in cloth

Of the kind that can't be forgotten

Like a fire spreading far beyond the shore,

Such a fierceness was our love

I would not believe such an absurd inception

Could test my honor and provoke my pride

And just when I'd fenced in my garden,

The wild grew rampant for me

When through black, a fruit I was shown

-The seed for my incessant soil

O' I had to affirm!

I'd sail out before the high tide

I need to be the best again!

In inquisition for a betterment,

I wound a rope that slowly thread my way down

I was a stitch away from lunacy

Splendidly bursting through the shell

If I had a choice, I'd surely stay

But like a curtain closing on the stage,

Where else to go but back with the director?

Into the blue—into the sea,

Into a frightened ocean!

I would find what would get us by

Ride the wings of desire through the fence!

 Trivia Edit

  • An earlier conceptualized name for this song was "A Rumor On The Fence."