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A Look at the Lyrics in Arms are Falling

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For those who requested the lyrics on the album.

 

 

Arms are Falling (intro)


arms are falling down
never be the same
living with the shame
we all fall


love is fading fast
the hurt we do our own
sitting on our throne
so small


love will find a way
it’s sometimes hard to see
it’s there for you and me
it always will

 

Engage

 

if you feel you’ve lost your cause
and all you see is all your flaws
you’re in a broken-down despair
without the strength to fight for air


if sullen thoughts have pinned you down
or if you don a thorny crown
rescind the pattern, lift the weight
there’s no judge to seal your fate


i’ll be here, steady
when you feel ready


should they lie and trump your trust
and you’re trading dirt for dust
kill the stigma, drop the blame
will you profit from your shame?

i’ll be here, steady
when you feel ready



Free Ride

 

The penultimate song in a rock opera that is a work-in-progress.


nobody rides for free
we made sure with the rfid
it doesn’t matter if you cannot see
what we’re doing


your books are just words on a page
not designed to provoke or enrage
the future, it will not be staged
that much differently


and your hopes will lie dead in the sand
with the songs that you wrote for your band
because people just don’t understand
what you’re talking about
yeah, yeah, yeah

(solo)


you’ve got it all wrong
it’s not based on a song
we don’t belong to you
we’re fed up and tired
of filling your purses
you won’t last long anymore


the end is near



Loaded Lovers

 

loaded lovers, gilded age
a quiet search to quell the rage they have
riddled with a moral sense
on a hunt to kill the elephants they’ve raised


magnets pull their energy
their supple selves begin to see outside
floating towards their destiny
of when, and where, and which shall be revealed


and you know it don’t come easy
and you know it don’t come fast


guilty pleasures, bloated pain
a measure of such sad restraint of mind
distracted from their lives’ own work
to help the down, the out, the jerk arise


distance brings a clarity
a vision of what still can be, in time
loaded lovers, gilded age
both of them becoming sage, divine


and you know it don’t come easy
and you know it don’t come fast


stand up, turn around and see
you’re moving away from your destiny
go on, take another chance
I promise you you’re better than your circumstance

 

You and Me

 

A song about many things.


soon, we can be lovers
soon, we’ll share a laugh
soon, we’ll reveal secrets
draw a nice, warm bath


you’ll promise to love me
you’ll eat from the vine
you turn to the one thing
stripped from your mind


who, who says forever?
who is never off-course?
who could learn from an angel?
and scoff at his boss?


I can’t live for the ages
I must live for now
in a world of rare solace
we’re ripped from the bough



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There’s a guy who's a misogynist, a hypocrite, a know-it-all, and generally an asshole.

 

dialectic-skewing, word-war waging
there’s less to you than meets the eye
you’re such a creep and your shit’s so deep
but I have to stop and wonder why


‘cause you’re an alcoholic idiot misogynistic asshole
circular-debating, bullshit-liberating fucking asshole
and if you keep running your diarrhea mouth
you’re gonna get popped in the face!
pop-pow, bam!


nuclear disarming, pesticidal farming
you always know just what to do
always annotating and obfuscating
you’re the third base coach for your lame-ass crew


you do your best to keep us abreast
of the asian sex trade brothel-bangers
but when you grab some tits, or treat girls like shit
it ain’t your fucking doppelganger


‘cause you’re an alcoholic idiot misogynistic asshole
circular-debating, bullshit-liberating fucking asshole
and if you keep running your diarrhea mouth
you’re gonna get popped in the face!
talk shit, get hit
pop-pow, bam!
fuck you!

 

Ships Lay Ready


A metaphor for the simultaneous enlightenment of all human beings.

 

in a land where ships lay ready
to fulfill a fated end
asleep in desparate slumber
from which they will ascend


there’s a restlessness abound
you can sense it with your skin
when we realize intention
the countdown will begin


take me on a journey
fly free, see your mind
take me on a journey
we’re free, for all time


where the launching pad receives them
to indemnify the wait
the aperture of eyelids
adjusts to a new state


some will fear and some will envy
the majesty of flight
but if we desire liftoff
the starters will ignite


Renunciation


A labor movement-era poem.  I was struck by this one and created a melody and musical setting for it.

 

when hungry millions are unfed
and the little orphans weep,
i cannot eat in peace my bread,
nor sing my grief to sleep.
when thoughts arising from the heart
are hampered in their flight,
i cannot sit and muse apart
upon a dreamy height.


when craven lies oft seek to blind
the eyes of blazing Truth,
i cannot turn my maddened mind
to songs of love and youth,
nor can i sing in lyric strains
of private, little woes,
when Greed is reaping golden gains
from the bloody seeds it sows.