teeth of the storm

you took a look at the wall
when you read what was written there
a slow smile turned your
white face to a skull
you'd be good, you'd be safe, you'd be hidden
you could stay warm
warm

why hold a gun to our head
string a net cross the gate
sound the panic watch the little people
strangle themselves instead
hear the choked little whimper, the only sound
our throats can form
form

you only bended the rules
you only lied to the fools
you only stole from the mass
you only covered your ass
it ain't so hard to discern
just what you're willing to burn
it ain't your feet to the fire
it ain't my place to desire

the teeth of the storm, the teeth of the storm,
the teeth of the storm, ah
until the teeth of the storm, the teeth of the storm,
the teeth of the storm, ah
bite down

it ain't political to watch a debate
between the puppets of fear and the puppets of hate
ain't hypocritical to weep for the flag
what a dump, what a shame, what a waste, what a drag
I'd go for violence if you had an address
if we all knew your face, if you talked to the press
you hide behind a pile of consummate turds
who stutter every time they reach for your words

and with no hesitation they loaded your ass
with praise, adulation and cold, hard cash
and you slipped out of town in advance of the crash

the teeth of the storm, the teeth of the storm,
the teeth of the storm, ah
until the teeth of the storm, the teeth of the storm,
the teeth of the storm, ah
bite down, ah
bite down, ah
bite down


*****

Oh, thank dog. Finally.
The chorus for that I've had for a couple of years now. Edits are certain to follow. I doubt I know enough guitar chords yet to do this bad boy justice, but I will essay it.

Many prayers of thanks go from my heart to the place the songs come from. And all those nice kitties I saw in my dream which I believe represent unwritten song-creatures. Prayers of affection to them as well and thanks for the encouragement. Thanks especially to Dave for the phrase "praise, adulation and cold, hard cash" which is what broke the dam holding this one back. Also for being way more encouraging than the kitties. When I was bummed about not having gotten the rest of this right away when that three-line thing showed up, he was like, "hey, it's something. You wrote something. Don't bitch about not having written anything, because you totally did." :D

2 comments:

Clarissa said...

"Many prayers of thanks go from my heart to the place the songs come from."

I second that. And Dave is right. Some things take time. At least the spark is there. I just finished a song that I wrote lyrics to about 7 years ago. 7 years in the making, and the song has finally matured. Some things take time like a fine wine. xoxo, C

Fiat Lex said...

Word on that. Letting things simmer or ferment until they're ready is the way to go. *hugs*

Good to hear from you! Also good to hear that the rest of that song came to you at last. It's a wonderful feeling. :)