Story Behind The Song
Written as the intro song for a very weird play that has never been performed. Fortunately, I have written a few plays that have been performed and they've all had songs in them - but none as weird as this, either in the songs or in the plays.
| Song Length |
1:35 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Tense |
Subject |
Evolution |
| Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
TEN TALL MEN
Ten tall men don't make a legend
When you're tired of ripping bodies to the head
When your lips are all weary with exertion
And all your loved ones grew up dead
They tore you when you went to see them
And tried to push your head against the wall
They wanted to escape from evolution
But the TV caught them all
Picture us beside the old piano
Victims of a printed circuit bed
Singing graveyards of the revolution
Trapped before a microphone of lead
Sitting in the chair beneath the window
Watching all my mother baking bread
I remember how my heart became a murder
And all my loved ones grew up dead
Ten tall men don't make a legend
When you're tired of ripping bodies to the head
When your lips are all weary with exertion
And all your loved ones grew up dead
nd all you loved ones grew up dead