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Lyrics for Priorities

March 23, 2008 on 11:00 am | In General |

Lyrics for the new CD are posted.

The lyrics of the songs Just Talking and Preening Like a Peacock fit in well with the discussion on the male sex drive and gender issues that I did from August 07- February 08.

In Just Talking I paint a picture of a somewhat cynical and detached manhood created from an adolescence dominated by feelings of sexual rejection.

He thought she smiled at him
She wore that sweater again
She had her friends talk to him
The next day at school she didn’t even look at him

All those years he felt rejected, humiliated and confused
Took a toll on his emotions, his true feelings he withdrew……felt like a tool

Paints her face, eggs him on
Giggles at his jokes and then flirts with Ron
Telephones but says goodbye
She gets his heart then screws his mind

By the time he got to college he gave up being real
He found he got more action when he played to seal the deal

In Preening Like a Peacock the differences between how men and women view beauty is explored:

A woman feels beauty in every touch
In satin, silks and in a baby’s flesh
A woman smells beauty in every sniff
In perfumes, herbs and floral scents
Spending hours smelling roses or buying a new top

A man sees beauty in the girl of his dreams
His temptress, his partner, his goddess his queen
A man finds beauty in a woman’s form
A breast, a thigh, a hip bone exposed
She is the goal of art
She is his anchor and spark
She gives the milk of life
Without her he shrivels and dies

 

In a woman’s world of beauty men don’t make the cut
A few handsome faces maybe and the occasional butt
But we’ll never really get it, we’ll continue to strut
Preening like a peacock hormones out of control

In Give I make a common sense appeal for living harmoniously:

Some view war as a part of life, like death, work and pain
But war is hatred at every moment, its unnatural and insane
All of life, does change and mend, every storm, soon does end

Give, tend to need, end misery
Ask what they want, don’t assume they want your lot

The time has come for us to live in community
Treat each other with respect, live honorably

In Bath of Joy I take my plea a step further by talking of how amazing being alive is:

Bathe yourself in your joy
Be a sun shining forth
Share your gift with everyone
Solve the puzzle make it fun

 

Don’t vilify uncertainty
Don’t demystify mystery
Come alive suddenly
Bathe yourself in your humanity

Can you feel my heart building steam?
Steeped in real life not in dream
Primed to realize all our joy
Life’s a prize a gift and a toy (enjoy)

In Gaps I exhort all to embrace life’s limitations instead of fleeing or bemoaning them:

Be your own idol, be your own best friend
Make the most of silence, let it steady your gaze
Give your best to others neither judge nor blame
Provide all with questions that guide them thru their maze

Tend to the gaps, turn with the raps
Adopt a stance that promises to fulfill you

In Blindfold I ask everyone to look at life with their eyes open and not get caught up in running through their life:

Trying to navigate this life blindfolded and deceived
Is kind of like eating apples with no hands and no teeth
The more we live together in community
The more we need to trust each other get validation thru authenticity

Everyone’s in motion, mostly out of fear
Everyone’s in motion, running past what’s dear
Everyone’s in motion, clouding what once was clear
Everyone’s in motion, won’t you shed a tear

In Crashing Down I paint a picture of a woman whose false optimism masks her underlying depression. A depression born of her very need to ignore reality and smile.

She tells every person her life’s going great
Describes beautiful children her partner as soulmate
She believes optimism creates a fortunate fate
Tries to think happy thoughts avoids all conflict
Everything wrong in the world she blames on male aggression

Still her world comes
Crashing down, without a tear
She drowns in silent fear
No sound, no cries to hear

In Exhaustion I present the need for support in my effort to have a realistic and rewarding view of life and human experience.

I watch the hypnotist mesmerize ply his trade
Speech writes for the government the media is his slave
His perspective is everywhere burnt deep in our brain
Creates fear and national pride makes us righteous and enraged

I walk against the stream try to resist its sway
I grow increasingly tired what is real slips away
I need someone else to help me stay strong and brave
An open heart, and open mind that relishes each day

Help me see the way
Help me love and play
Help me care for man
Help me make life grand

In When Right is Wrong I expand on the role that spin doctors play in distorting our view of reality and world politics that I outlined in Exhaustion.

I can see you have the power
Controlling all their heart and minds
I concede you own the table
We are witnesses to your genocide

You’ve turned all upside down posed the predator as the prey
Put freedom in a cage set the world aflame
It’s hard to be contrite when doing right makes one wrong
Hard to put up a fight when you’re feeling alone

If I close my eyes, and try with all of my might, I can still feel what’s real
There’s not much I can say, the games rigged that way, where I won’t foster hate
When wrong is viewed as right, when day becomes night,
Are our tears the last thing that’s free?

In After the Storm I talk of the rebirth and regeneration that can occur after a war or natural calamity.

Search for the missing in the rubble
Do the heavy lifting fight for survival
Mourn for the dead with deep respect
Live on again after the storm
Build a new life after the storm
Remember how to smile after the storm
Take pride in the new after the storm
Learn what is true after the storm

In Sometimes I discuss how often good things can come from the most unexpected place.

Sometimes silence is the answer
Sometimes the deaf can have you hear
Sometimes it takes a blind man to make you see
Sometimes a mute will correct speech

It’s not just irony that peels back the page

Sometimes when hiding one shines
Sometimes thru death we feel alive
Sometimes sickness makes us most healthy
Sometimes poverty breeds wealth

At every moment we’re both idiot and sage

 

Well that’s a short intro to the lyrics for Priorities please go to music and listen to the album. The words are meant to be read while listening to the music. Again I would love to hear your thoughts on my art.

 

Jim Guido