Staccato rhythm accentuates the push and pull of this lyrical journey through the vulnerability and pride of love, preparation, loss, and coping. Lead guitars scream in just the right placing to stress the joys and agonies of the pendulum between extreme highs and extreme lows.show more...
Bright Idea by Chris Jones What’s the bright idea? Taunting my reply Floating so high So long, so fair, Measly piece of hair What angel left you there? Behind the faces lies a clown It lifts me up and brings me down I couldn’t fall asleep, but… No one is really happy but they smile anyway What’s the bright idea, Imaginary friend? Emaciated… While the stars burn bright, Tie the harness tight Or she’ll wander off What’s to keep you from Ever letting go Of the long-drawn bow? Friends forget to call; And if they call at all, It’s not you they want. Behind the faces lies a clown It lifts me up and brings me down I couldn’t fall asleep, but… No one is really happy but there’s a soul beneath the surface