Story Behind The Song
I wrote this immediately after Obama was elected.
Song Description
It's a joyful celebration of impermanence. The idea being that no matter how big, how rich, how evil, whatever, it tumbles down in the end. YAY!
| Song Length |
2:50 |
Genre |
Pop - Alternative, Rock - Modern |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Cheerful, Pleasant |
Subject |
Revolution, Change |
| Similar Artists |
The Beatles, Radiohead |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Tumblin' Down c.2008 May Tree Arc Productions
Composed, Produced and Performed by SOL aka Jere Faison
Every
single one Tumblin' Down
Empire's spread out far and wide
Across the seven
seas
To blaze a trail of genocide
Pillage and disease
And they all come
Tumblin' Down
To the dust, back to the ground
Shining towers built by men
To scrape the azure skies
But there's no handmade monument
Can ever reach
that high
Given time and gravity
Just listen for the sound
When they all
come Tumblin' Down
To the dust, back to the ground
And oh, they'll make a
sound
When they all come Tumblin' Down
Everything's impermanent
When the
money's gone And the body's spent The only thing left will be you and
eternity
Even little Napoleons
Who seek to rule it all
Will tumble when
they see the end
Their mighty empire's fall
Every tyrant has their day
And oh, what comes around
When they all come Tumblin' Down
To the dust,
back to the ground
And oh, what comes around
WHen they all come Tumblin'
Down
Every single one
Tumblin' Down
Empire's spread out far and
wide
Across the seven seas
To blaze a trail of genocide
Pillage and
disease
And they all come Tumblin' Down
To the dust, back to the
ground
Shining towers built by men
To scrape the azure skies
But there's
no handmade monument
Can ever reach that high
Given time and gravity
Just
listen for the sound
When they all come Tumblin' Down
To the dust, back to
the ground
And oh, they'll make a sound
When they all come Tumblin'
Down
Everything's impermanent
When the money's gone
And the body's
spent
The only thing left will be you and eternity
Even little
Napoleons
Who seek to rule it all
Will tumble when they see the end
Their
mighty empire's fall
Every tyrant has their day
And oh, what comes
around
When they all come Tumblin' Down
To the dust, back to the
groud
And oh, what comes around
When they all come Tumblin' Down