LYRICS
I, I, I, I don’t know right or ought
I, I, I, I don’t know no or not
Did Id get our of control
Like a belligerent troll?
Please release the police
Seize the cease of peace
Never thought I would say
Please release the police
Never thought I’d see the day
When the heathen would pray
“Officer can’t you see… this man is annoying me!”
Did Id cost you your soul
Neck deep in a $#it hole
This is the third song from a concept album inspired by an incident on South Street in Philadelphia, PA. A drunk, Christopher, got into a fight outside of the Copa Banana. In the process, he smashed the doors of my car.
Written and recorded live in Chester County, Pennsylvania.
LYRICS
Please be polite, knock first
Please knock first
Please knock before entering
Have you seen worse
You’d think we’d have learned
Please knock first
No matter the desire to quench your thirst
If there’s one thing I abhor, it’s the door whore
Abhor the door whore
It’s horrid. It’s horrible.
It’s the door whore.
Don’t you know it’s polite to knock first
Knock first
I must suggest… I’ve been avoiding the rest?
If there’s one thing I abhor, it’s the door whore
Abhor the door whore
Try to get a handle on the handle
Don’t make your head throb over the knob
Twist. Turn.
Please
But, please show some courtesy
Don’t you know it’s polite to knock first
No matter the need to quench your thirst
Knock first. Knock first.
If you, want to…
Do the polite thing to do
Knock first.
Look at
The door mat
You’ll see it says, “Welcome!”
Just look at that
Look at
The door mat
You’re welcome to come in
You’re welcome
In
Notice the other sign I share
“Beware Of The Dog”
Notice the other sign I share
“Beware Of The God”
ABOUT THE SONG
Chords — Capo 3
E A D G A
G A
D A E
This is the first song of a concept album inspired by an incident on South Street in Philadelphia, PA. A drunk, Christopher, got into a fight outside of the Copa Banana. In the process, he smashed the doors of my car.
Written and recorded live in Chester County, Pennsylvania.
Saw a reflection of a wizard
Looking up at me
Wondering how long
Our history would be
Just for fun
He thought he’d question me
“Can you tell how long
Our history will be?”
I looked into the sky
… with a sigh
“Can you tell me, Creator,
How long we will be?”
She said,
“Son, you see there’s something troubling me…
Creation termination is how it’s gonna be?”
I said,
“You’re right. Thanks for showing me the light.”
Yum, yum, yum we love eatin’ up dumb
Yum, yum, yum we love slurpin’ up dumb
Yum, yum, yum we love suckin’ up dumb
Yum, yum, yum we love throwin’ up dumb
LYRICS
It’s not as though we couldn’t know
Nor we could not care
It’s not as though we couldn’t forgo
Nor we were unaware
I’m guessing there’s no trying denying
That’s it — the culprit
There’s no deniability
When it comes to you and me
We know very well the certainty
The inevitability
Of our vulnerability
Creating our destiny of reality
Writing and Recording “No Deniability”
ABOUT THIS SONG
Chords — C D (Keyboard C9)
C D E
E +g, f#, d, c#
C E
A live recording.
Daniel — Simultaneous Vocals, Electric/Acoustic Guitar, Yamaha-740 Keyboard and microKorg Synthesizer
LYRICS
We’re building a prison
You’re already in
We’re building a prison
Too late to begin
It’s time to shout,
Breakout!
‘take my freedom,
Takeout
What’s our independence all about?
They’re building a prison
I’m already in
They’re building a prison
Too late to begin
Watch the fall… Independence Hall
Watching the fall of us all
Watch the travesty of liberty
Sights our eyes should never see
Song For Emily Video
ABOUT THIS SONG
Chords — D G
E
This song is about Emily Yates — a lady that got assaulted and arrested by Park Rangers at Independence Mall / the Liberty Bell in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
LYRICS
IF the canyon does being to close in
Or a mountain starts infringin’ on your bein’
Maybe it’s time to start seein’
Yeah, maybe it’s time we start seein’
