Pirate Satellite
04-07-2005, 08:37 PM
I've made some changes. Like I said, I didn't like the chorus, so it got the axe. It's a reggae song now, because there's no need for a rock chorus. Thank you to those who have already critted.
[Verse A]
Revolution was exploding
In the disco reggae scene.
That smoker that you call your lover
Was on the corner packing heat
Riding that retribution train
He carved these blues into my chest
To avoid all lingual lacerations
and stereophonic acid tests.
So hold your tongue, I’ll hold my head
between my hands and contemplate
The cold futility of looking back
On that brick, ranch-style estate.
Have we been trained to be this two-faced?
In suburban heart-attack towns
Feeling the lagging half-a-second
Between perception and the now.
[Verse B]
And I thought young fugitives like me
Love making clean escapes with pretty girls like you
And then the evidence for the existence
Of anything was casually disproved.
…but you were un-amused by these simple truths.
[Verse A]
We traveled west through winter wastelands
With the sun against our back
There’ll be no rest until the shoreline
Where we can fill our shoes with sand.
The waves only sound stronger now
Ebbing and flowing like a radar
Stars came to life in its reflection
As though the depth would be our savior
I can feel the ocean still
When your tongue hits the roof of your mouth
And the air fills with the hissing
Of a perfect vowel sound.
We have become too silent in our apathy
To pull against the undertow
Between the darkness of the forest
And that skyline you call home
[Verse B]
I thought the revolution’s in the numbers
Be sure to supply them with a written proof
Of how we climbed the tree of life and kept on digging
Until we found its ancient roots.
…but we were so confused about how the seeds grew.
We’re not going down tonight!
We’re not going down tonight!
We’re not going down tonight…
[Verse A]
Revolution was exploding
In the disco reggae scene.
That smoker that you call your lover
Was on the corner packing heat
Riding that retribution train
He carved these blues into my chest
To avoid all lingual lacerations
and stereophonic acid tests.
So hold your tongue, I’ll hold my head
between my hands and contemplate
The cold futility of looking back
On that brick, ranch-style estate.
Have we been trained to be this two-faced?
In suburban heart-attack towns
Feeling the lagging half-a-second
Between perception and the now.
[Verse B]
And I thought young fugitives like me
Love making clean escapes with pretty girls like you
And then the evidence for the existence
Of anything was casually disproved.
…but you were un-amused by these simple truths.
[Verse A]
We traveled west through winter wastelands
With the sun against our back
There’ll be no rest until the shoreline
Where we can fill our shoes with sand.
The waves only sound stronger now
Ebbing and flowing like a radar
Stars came to life in its reflection
As though the depth would be our savior
I can feel the ocean still
When your tongue hits the roof of your mouth
And the air fills with the hissing
Of a perfect vowel sound.
We have become too silent in our apathy
To pull against the undertow
Between the darkness of the forest
And that skyline you call home
[Verse B]
I thought the revolution’s in the numbers
Be sure to supply them with a written proof
Of how we climbed the tree of life and kept on digging
Until we found its ancient roots.
…but we were so confused about how the seeds grew.
We’re not going down tonight!
We’re not going down tonight!
We’re not going down tonight…