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I joined MacJams on July 13th, 2005 and posted my first two songs on July 16th. One of them was "Monsters At The Garden Wall", a rock dulcimer piece with vaguely mystical lyrics that was generally well-received and I met many of you for the first time. I took the safe path with that tune, because I was so new. Today's a good day to shed some light upon it.
The music came one day after the London bombings; the words a day after that. It's my response to those bombings and the governmental manipulation that followed. Mainly, it's a song to President George Bush and in the repost of the lyrics, I parenthetically reveal the meaning behind key phrases.I had been thinking about revisiting it for awhile and got home from work early enough today for it to be morning (my favorite time to record). So, I left the music performances and did a remix to fatten up the drums, bass and dulcimers. I re-recorded all of the vocals this morning and did a quick mix. Some of the harmony counter-melodies are still a bit foggy, but overall, this is a much more presentable version than the one uploaded almost a year ago. For the improvements, I have my fellow mellow MacJammers to thank, for every bit of input, suggestions, helpful hints, critique and encouragement. If this track is any better, it's mainly because of you.
And since I know a good number of you better now, I realize that many of us share different views on the political climate that we live in today, but that doesn't seem to get in the way of our communications and interactions; that's a very, very big blessing. Thanks to all of you!
The music came one day after the London bombings; the words a day after that. It's my response to those bombings and the governmental manipulation that followed. Mainly, it's a song to President George Bush and in the repost of the lyrics, I parenthetically reveal the meaning behind key phrases.I had been thinking about revisiting it for awhile and got home from work early enough today for it to be morning (my favorite time to record). So, I left the music performances and did a remix to fatten up the drums, bass and dulcimers. I re-recorded all of the vocals this morning and did a quick mix. Some of the harmony counter-melodies are still a bit foggy, but overall, this is a much more presentable version than the one uploaded almost a year ago. For the improvements, I have my fellow mellow MacJammers to thank, for every bit of input, suggestions, helpful hints, critique and encouragement. If this track is any better, it's mainly because of you.
And since I know a good number of you better now, I realize that many of us share different views on the political climate that we live in today, but that doesn't seem to get in the way of our communications and interactions; that's a very, very big blessing. Thanks to all of you!
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Lyrics
I watch a falling star
land right where you are
at your feet
(Satan has been described as a "fallen angel", or as a star that fell from the heavens. This line addresses George W. Bush in like terms. The guy is evil. EVIL, I tell you. I mean this sort of jokingly, but the jury is still out)
you say it's getting late
there are monsters at the
garden wall
so far to fall
(Bush's fearmongering in the so-called "war on terror" utilizes the idea that there are bad people out there trying to get us, i.e., monsters trying to get into the world's green garden. However, no-one is a greater terrorist in this world than Bush and his cabinet.)
you don't scare me
I'm not amused
you must surely have me confused
with someone else
someone who could be you
(the chorus refrain, again addressing Bush, as well as Cheney, Chertoff, Rice, Rumsfeld and the rest of these criminals: try and instill fear in the American people and the rest of the world all you want - I'm not scared. In fact, I feel that it's our GOVERNMENT that should be scared of us. "Someone who could be you.")
there's nothing in my heart
that won't survive the war
of words and colors flown
of broken records, skulls and bones
(my heart will go on *gah!*, despite the rhetoric, the terror levels of yellow, orange and red, the repeated lies and the acknowledgement that Bush is part of the ivy league secret society Skull and Bones. It's beginning to come to light just how twisted the truth really is.)
to kill me you must kill my soul
to frighten, you must have control
control is sugar in your hands
falls from the fist, falls to the ants
(of course, they can never kill the soul, they don't have the power - fear can only be dealt by those with absolute power - but their control is weakening - it falls from the fists of power to the ants of society - the people.)
you don't scare me
I'm not amused
you must surely have me confused
with someone else
someone who could be you
BRIDGE
wouldn't you tell me if you had another life?
(are you really who you say you are, Mr. Bush?)
wouldn't you kill me if I had another life?
(if you had the chance, would you just wipe us out?)
wouldn't it thrill me then just to be alive?
(shouldn't I be happy merely to exist to watch this drama unfold?)
music - july 8, 2005
words - july 9, 2005
14:21
land right where you are
at your feet
(Satan has been described as a "fallen angel", or as a star that fell from the heavens. This line addresses George W. Bush in like terms. The guy is evil. EVIL, I tell you. I mean this sort of jokingly, but the jury is still out)
you say it's getting late
there are monsters at the
garden wall
so far to fall
(Bush's fearmongering in the so-called "war on terror" utilizes the idea that there are bad people out there trying to get us, i.e., monsters trying to get into the world's green garden. However, no-one is a greater terrorist in this world than Bush and his cabinet.)
you don't scare me
I'm not amused
you must surely have me confused
with someone else
someone who could be you
(the chorus refrain, again addressing Bush, as well as Cheney, Chertoff, Rice, Rumsfeld and the rest of these criminals: try and instill fear in the American people and the rest of the world all you want - I'm not scared. In fact, I feel that it's our GOVERNMENT that should be scared of us. "Someone who could be you.")
there's nothing in my heart
that won't survive the war
of words and colors flown
of broken records, skulls and bones
(my heart will go on *gah!*, despite the rhetoric, the terror levels of yellow, orange and red, the repeated lies and the acknowledgement that Bush is part of the ivy league secret society Skull and Bones. It's beginning to come to light just how twisted the truth really is.)
to kill me you must kill my soul
to frighten, you must have control
control is sugar in your hands
falls from the fist, falls to the ants
(of course, they can never kill the soul, they don't have the power - fear can only be dealt by those with absolute power - but their control is weakening - it falls from the fists of power to the ants of society - the people.)
you don't scare me
I'm not amused
you must surely have me confused
with someone else
someone who could be you
BRIDGE
wouldn't you tell me if you had another life?
(are you really who you say you are, Mr. Bush?)
wouldn't you kill me if I had another life?
(if you had the chance, would you just wipe us out?)
wouldn't it thrill me then just to be alive?
(shouldn't I be happy merely to exist to watch this drama unfold?)
music - july 8, 2005
words - july 9, 2005
14:21
You, the Bush and I should just sit down for lunch someday and sort
this all out. I don't think he's a demon. I think he may be somewhat
encrusted in a political block of stone that makes sight and insight
difficult. To tell the truth, I don't know. I am suffering under the weight
of inadequate income and excessive tax obligations. Bullets slowly
passing through me. So slow, I hardly notice. I blame myself for my
own domestic turbulence. But I am free to ride my car and wave my
banner of religion. I am thankful for that. So much of this killing stuff
doesn't ever reach me in central Minnesota.
I applaud your ability to declare your rage in such a musical way. It is a
very good song. But I can't accept your demonic assertions about our
president.
There is another word we might want to pull out and tale a look at.
Incompetency.