I believe I read in a book once
Or I’ve come to believe what I lied
Not so sure of my shootin,
But collapse comes from crumblin
And alone surely follows deny
Who gots the keys to the un-dress?
Who’ll take back the share of the shy?
Can we all understand that the click of the can
May not weigh in on gain or demise?
There’s a book about assholes and aliens
The title rhymes with Lieder Hose Hive
In it time travel makes life-death-tween-ramble Crescendo decrescendo and rewind
No sign of tears at a funeral
Merely the chapter’s last line
For now I turn a blind eye
And wish instead of cry
And hope not forget
Of my time
If we all could agree
That we all die out of key
In that moment no one better than the other
If we could all stand up to what’s wrong
Make castaways feel they belong
We could all lumber off to heaven in song
I’d like to think we’ve all become smarter
Maybe a little too wise
So the powers that be have outgrown tv
Now domain names provide
Best keep the dangerous docile
To conquer dumb down and divide
Little pocket mirrors blink
And with each one more link
In a chain that makes revolution subside
If we all could agree
That we all die out of key
In that moment no one better than the other
If we could all stand up to what’s wrong
Make castaways feel they belong
We could all lumber off to heaven in song
credits
from Mike O'Brien,
track released March 25, 2020
Mike O’Brien - guitars, synths, vocals
Andrew Horton - upright bass
Howard Bilerman - drum machine programming
Michelle Tompkins - vocals
Crafting powerful songs about commitment and love, the Nashville singer-songwriter channels and subverts ’70s country and folk tropes. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 7, 2022