Music That Puts Everything Together Songtext

von Jason Webley

One day the knife began to fall
And as it dropped, I heard it call
Oh father, see how I have grown,
The bastard fruit of seed you've sown.
Lost my erection
Saw my reflection
It was hard to see that face,
He said "Welcome home, brother,
How have you been?"

We're at the end of an era,
No more sharpening our arrows,
No more praying we never hit
The things that we are shooting at
We've gone through the valley
We've borne our burden badly,
But lift up your ears and turn around,
I think I can hear a sound.
The tune is sweet, the rhythm strong,
A music that could bring us all together again.

One night I left my lady's side,
I felt some change within the tide,
Pulled a blanket over me,
Sent my little boat to sea.
I could feel the waves come,
And find the rhythm,
The ocean won't let you forget,
Tide rolls out,
But the tide will come back in.

We're at the end of an era,
No more sharpening our arrows,
No more praying we never hit
The things that we are shooting at.
We've left our lovers waiting,
Spent our juices masturbating,
Now I think it's time we start
To build something that has a heart.
The air is growing thick with tones
That just might bring these scattered bones together again.

One morning, we woke up to find
The chasm had become so wide
Between us and our fathers,
And while we slept the space grew larger.
We could feel the shadow,
We could hear the echo
Of a song I know he used to sing,
Start to remember how it begins.

We're at the end of an era,
No more sharpening our arrows,
No more praying we never hit
The things that we are shooting at.
We've sent our vessels out to sea,
Tied our feathers to the tree,
Spent the winter on our knees,
Looking for these melodies.
The songs of a forgotten king
Who longs to hear his people sing together again.

(I transcribed these by ear, so they may not be 100% accurate)