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This is mainly a lyrical outlet for me. Music's kinda simple. It's about how we used to live in trees and eat bananas and now we do cooler, more modern things.
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Lyrics
--capo on 7--
the street's alive with looking eyes and cameras and hidden spies are watching as I walk alone with you
as we idle on our picture's on a tv monitor and our expressions become pixels in a view
chorus
The lights are blinking
red and blue
the stars are now invisible
and all i know is that it's gonna change
the treetops toppled long ago, when weapons were conceived from stones and prehistoric thumbs were put to use
now wherever science books are sold therein the story does unfold of sneaky apes with sneaky things to do
chorus
The lights are blinking
red and blue
the stars are now invisible
and all i know is that it's gonna change
bridge
the metal shield deflected all the rain
the bullets bounced like rubber balls against the window pane
and as my mother called me in i heard her say
"take that plug out of your head and youll be whole again"
--we empathize with crying eyes, who tilt their heads up toward the sky at night, looking for answers , it's no use
--the trees grow small, the leaves they call for Darwin to forget it all, but hungry mouths need firewood for soup
--the blood it flows, the cars they go, the buildings know the buildings the buildings know more than we think they do
--the lights are on, theyre always on, the moon's a relic of our long forgotten past where night and day were two
bridge
im standing in the rain again
the breeze is blowing like the end
there is no sign of armegeddon
im standing in the rain right now
the underground i know so well
is fertilized as far as i can tell
ill dig a hole where i can sleep or
fix a spot beneath a tree
where then and now conveniently will meet
-- the sidewalk lines, the sewer pipes, the subtle signs of modern life, youre nothing but a monkey in a suit.
the street's alive with looking eyes and cameras and hidden spies are watching as I walk alone with you
as we idle on our picture's on a tv monitor and our expressions become pixels in a view
chorus
The lights are blinking
red and blue
the stars are now invisible
and all i know is that it's gonna change
the treetops toppled long ago, when weapons were conceived from stones and prehistoric thumbs were put to use
now wherever science books are sold therein the story does unfold of sneaky apes with sneaky things to do
chorus
The lights are blinking
red and blue
the stars are now invisible
and all i know is that it's gonna change
bridge
the metal shield deflected all the rain
the bullets bounced like rubber balls against the window pane
and as my mother called me in i heard her say
"take that plug out of your head and youll be whole again"
--we empathize with crying eyes, who tilt their heads up toward the sky at night, looking for answers , it's no use
--the trees grow small, the leaves they call for Darwin to forget it all, but hungry mouths need firewood for soup
--the blood it flows, the cars they go, the buildings know the buildings the buildings know more than we think they do
--the lights are on, theyre always on, the moon's a relic of our long forgotten past where night and day were two
bridge
im standing in the rain again
the breeze is blowing like the end
there is no sign of armegeddon
im standing in the rain right now
the underground i know so well
is fertilized as far as i can tell
ill dig a hole where i can sleep or
fix a spot beneath a tree
where then and now conveniently will meet
-- the sidewalk lines, the sewer pipes, the subtle signs of modern life, youre nothing but a monkey in a suit.
Tom Atwood
This is another fine piece, Ryan. Your work here is
maturing, song by song. The melodic line in the verses is
really beautiful. The 'flashes of brilliance' are in that
melodic line and also in the lyrics, dizzying as they are at
times. I enjoyed listening to this. And that is worth
something, right? Keep up the good work. (But work on
your whistling while you're at it. I liked it at first, but you
might consider losing it under the verse...)
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