Story Behind The Song
"If wishes were horses, beggars would ride."
-James Halliwell, Nursery Rhymes of England, 1844
Song Description
If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride
| Song Length |
4:07 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Rock - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Disturbed, Troubled |
Subject |
War, Danger |
| Similar Artists |
Bob Dylan, Sarah Mclachlan |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
THE WORLD IS AN ORBIT OF CONCRETE:
CALLOUS IN ITS ROTATIONS.
SPINNING INDIFFERENTLY
TO THE SAME UGLY MUSIC,
THE STABBING URGENT BEAT
FROM THE POUNDING HEART
OF A BLOODY BEAST.
AND YET WE CONTINUE TO ASK
FOR WEATHER REPORTS
FROM GORILLAS TRAPPED IN A ROOM WITHOUT WINDOWS.
TELL US, TELL US MORE.
AND WE LISTEN.
DARK CLOUDS HOVER LOW
AS IF TO SMOTHER US WITH PILLOWS.
A CHILD WITHOUT THOUGHT,
WITHOUT STRENGTH,
WITHOUT MORALITY,
SNARLS IN OUR DIRECTION
AND WE TREMBLE!
THE ENEMY IS NOT FORGIVEN.
THE VICTIMS ARE NOT AVENGED.
THE CHEEK IS NOT TURNED.
THE EYE AND THE TOOTH, NOT TAKEN.
WHAT PHILOSOPHY GUIDES US?
WE BLEED,
WE MEND OUR WOUNDS WITH POSTAGE STAMPS.
A BULLET TO THE BRAIN
IS BANDAGED WITH A BUMPERSTICKER.
THE ENEMY HAS CONVICTION.
WE COMPROMISE.
THE ENEMY IS MOTIVATED BY HATE.
WE RESPOND WITH DISAPPROVAL
AS IF TO SAY:
"NAUGHTY BOY. THAT'S NO WAY TO BEHAVE."
WE'RE STUCK IN A DRAB OFFICE COMPLEX
ON A COLD AND RAINY AFTERNOON,
SEEKING COMFORT IN OUR EPISODIC LATTES.
SAFETY IN OUR PORCELAIN MUGS.
BUT ASK THE TROPHY WIFE IF SECURITY = SERENITY.
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THE WORLD IS AN ORBIT OF CONCRETE:
CALLOUS IN ITS ROTATIONS.
SPINNING INDIFFERENTLY
TO THE SAME UGLY MUSIC,
THE STABBING URGENT BEAT
FROM THE POUNDING HEART
OF A BLOODY BEAST.
AND YET WE CONTINUE TO ASK
FOR WEATHER REPORTS
FROM GORILLAS TRAPPED IN A ROOM WITHOUT WINDOWS.
TELL US, TELL US MORE.
AND WE LISTEN.
DARK CLOUDS HOVER LOW
AS IF TO SMOTHER US WITH PILLOWS.
A CHILD WITHOUT THOUGHT,
WITHOUT STRENGTH,
WITHOUT MORALITY,
SNARLS IN OUR DIRECTION
AND WE TREMBLE!
THE ENEMY IS NOT FORGIVEN.
THE VICTIMS ARE NOT AVENGED.
THE CHEEK IS NOT TURNED.
THE EYE AND THE TOOTH, NOT TAKEN.
WHAT PHILOSOPHY GUIDES US?
WE BLEED,
WE MEND OUR WOUNDS WITH POSTAGE STAMPS.
A BULLET TO THE BRAIN
IS BANDAGED WITH A BUMPERSTICKER.
THE ENEMY HAS CONVICTION.
WE COMPROMISE.
THE ENEMY IS MOTIVATED BY HATE.
WE RESPOND WITH DISAPPROVAL
AS IF TO SAY:
"NAUGHTY BOY. THAT'S NO WAY TO BEHAVE."
WE'RE STUCK IN A DRAB OFFICE COMPLEX
ON A COLD AND RAINY AFTERNOON,
SEEKING COMFORT IN OUR EPISODIC LATTES.
SAFETY IN OUR PORCELAIN MUGS.
BUT ASK THE TROPHY WIFE IF SECURITY = SERENITY.
Gilbert Kaneda's portfolio:
http://gilbertkaneda.tripod.com
Gilbert Kaneda's monologue video:
http://www.reelact.com/kaneda
Gilbert Kaneda's music:
http://www.myspace.com/retail
Join my yahoo group:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bluestate