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Sing the Song

from God's Footstool by Kyp Harness

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SING THE SONG

Sing the song that you are born with
Sing it long and loud and strong and clear
You always used to wonder where you were goin’
But now you know that you are here

Here among the broken and the battered
Here amongst the lost and the diseased
You always wondered what it was that mattered
Now you’re wonderin’ when they’ll let you off your knees

So sing the song wherever you are layin’
In the ditch or in a brass four poster bed
Atop the Taj Mahal with both arms wavin’
Or in Alaska travellin’ on a sled

Well there’s not too much goin’ on in the Red Square tonight
And there’s not too much goin’ on in Bethlehem
There’s not too much goin’ on anywhere tonight
Just that the spectacle of life keeps changin’ hands;

You always thought that you were such a failure
All because you found there was no guarantees
You always idolized the sailor
You never tried to love the sea

So sing the song for all the ones you murdered
With good intentions or by accident
Sing the song just to tell her that you heard her
Even though you still don’t know what it was she meant

Now everybody’s so afraid of what they’ve made you
In that place where self-awareness is a sin
You tried to hide your past but it betrayed you
Like a broken bone protruding through your skin

So sing the song that you may someday foster
That peaceful calm that enables you to smile
When they tell you you’re a monster
And they treat you like a child

And sing the song though both your jaws be broken
Sing the song from your wheelchair on the beach
Sing the song for the door that never opens
For that distant star forever out of reach

Now you’re feelin’ so much older, so much poorer
And you’re prayin’ for someone to guide your way
Like some neo-Nazi mourning for Der Feurher
Or some little test tube child on Mother’s Day

But you cannot get to heaven on the go-bus
And you cannot rebuild Eden on your lawn
Because your king got crucified down in Las Vegas
And his bones are on display in Washington

So sing the song for all the ones who’ve vanished
Sing the song for the ones still yet to come
Sing the song in Spanish or sign language
To be translated by the deaf and dumb

Now the militiamen from Hades are invading
To destroy the truths that make them seem so small
They’re tearing down the temples and replacing
All your favourite childhood haunts with shopping malls

But still some morbid fascination sends you wanderin’
Back to that dark place where your memories lost their names
Where time is not remembered nor forgotten
And everything’s unfinished or in flames

So sing the song from deep in the heart of nowhere
Let it echo through your vault of stainless steel
For the crippled Christ who hobbles through your nightmare
For the ladybug you crush beneath your heel

Now you’ve heard the rumours that all these changing seasons
Must someday lead all living things unto their end
And yet you find you’re quite content for no good reason
Except for the fact that you are quite content

So sing the song to serve as a reminder
Of what it is to love in vain
For you know someday maybe when you’re blinder
You’ll be singin’ it again

And sing the song because it is forever
Sing the song as the morning sun grows dim
Sing the song for after all there’s nothing better
Sing the song then stop, then start again
Sing the song then stop, then start again

Then stop, and let the silence start again

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from God's Footstool, released October 5, 2014

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