Song Description
Although it is very vague, this is a cell phone sattelite listening in on the phone calls coming from flight 93 on 9/11. Based on an article of the same title in Rolling Stone, this machine feels helpless as it is jammed with calls, some coming from the
| Song Length |
3:05 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Folk - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Troubled, Tense |
Subject |
Machines, Rockets |
| Similar Artists |
Elvis Costello, Joan Armatrading |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
I used to think I was a god because I lived in heaven
I rode a tower of fire, replaced miles & miles of wire
I heard a million voices, witnessed a million choices
But I was humbled when I was helpless
You see, I'm just a satellite and I might die tonight
'cause I can't take the calls, no I can't handle them all
And I heard,
"Don't cry, don't cry, no don't make this hard I love you
Four guys built just like me, don't worry, hey I love you
One down, two down, 3 down, is that true, I love you
There's something we've got to do, don't worry, hey
I love you
Lord's Prayer takes on new air when it's said from heaven
You know who's will be done, you know who's kingdom's comin'
I'm just a satellite and if I heard it right
There's something wrong down on earth,
I'm taking calls from heaven CHORUS
I'm sorry I'm being vague, you see I'm just a machine
But I know where those calls came from
You know what those calls mean
The first battle in the war, the first time the good guys scored
I was a messenger, I was a messenger, singing... CHORUS