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This song was the first of 3 songs for my dad. Followed by "Must Be Me" and "Father's Prayer." This is a revised version, Jay's brother Matt joined in on this tune.
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Lyrics
Verse 1
We hold a candlelight vigil in a volcano
Singing our hymns to the gods below
Take a stab at this with a shot in the dark
I'm further from the truth
when you miss your mark
Too bad hand outs can't hold out hope
Stringing themselves with a soap on a rope
In a place like this, damned for a spark
I'm further from the truth
the closer you all are
Chorus
I've got a headline
Something that's fit to print
I've got a deadline
But I don't know if it lives
Verse 2
I've been living hand to mouth, hand over fist
I bite my own hands, I'm a masochist
I'm chomping at the bit where the tearing starts
She's a pretty one I hope she's skin starved
I'm begging you to steal on time borrowed
So you can teach me everything you know
I'm looking like you more everyday
And dad I can't see you or me this way, hey
Chorus
I've got a headline
Something that's fit to print
I've got a deadline
But I don't know if it lives
When all the days
Fall the same
Verse 3
Got a wolf pack pulling an empty cart
Through the frozen wasteland of my heart
They're pulling us apart on different sleighs
I watched them carry you away
When you went away my world fell apart
Put it back together with a broken heart
And truth sets free from all these chains
Lies take work make truth your slave, hey
Chorus
I've got a headline
Something that's fit to print
I've got a deadline
But I don't know if it lives
We hold a candlelight vigil in a volcano
Singing our hymns to the gods below
Take a stab at this with a shot in the dark
I'm further from the truth
when you miss your mark
Too bad hand outs can't hold out hope
Stringing themselves with a soap on a rope
In a place like this, damned for a spark
I'm further from the truth
the closer you all are
Chorus
I've got a headline
Something that's fit to print
I've got a deadline
But I don't know if it lives
Verse 2
I've been living hand to mouth, hand over fist
I bite my own hands, I'm a masochist
I'm chomping at the bit where the tearing starts
She's a pretty one I hope she's skin starved
I'm begging you to steal on time borrowed
So you can teach me everything you know
I'm looking like you more everyday
And dad I can't see you or me this way, hey
Chorus
I've got a headline
Something that's fit to print
I've got a deadline
But I don't know if it lives
When all the days
Fall the same
Verse 3
Got a wolf pack pulling an empty cart
Through the frozen wasteland of my heart
They're pulling us apart on different sleighs
I watched them carry you away
When you went away my world fell apart
Put it back together with a broken heart
And truth sets free from all these chains
Lies take work make truth your slave, hey
Chorus
I've got a headline
Something that's fit to print
I've got a deadline
But I don't know if it lives
snowdragon
As a long-time newspapercreature, I was expecting
something different when I called this up. But I enjoyed it
nonetheless.
The vocal track might benefit from another go with some
phrasing variations (Too bad, handouts, . . . can't hold out
hope) and perhaps a revist of the harmony
on the line "Fall the same." Maybe, maybe not.
But overall, an enjoyable, catchy tune. 8-6-7-8
(BTW deadlines are addictive)
cheers
snow