Sunday, January 23, 2011

Song #3: Eyes on the Ground



Title: Eyes on the Ground
Length: 3:58
Contributions: Jordan Dack on Vocals. Evan Westre on Guitar, Bass, and Piano. Michelle Dack and Nicole Monk on back-up vocals. Jordan Dack and Evan Westre on Suitcase Slapping, Door Knocking, Dryer Pounding, Nail Dropping, and Fireplace Hitting.
Lyrics:


Scrape off the tenderness and call it a sin,
Boy you better stay broken or you wont fit in.
Keep your eyes on the ground and your mind on God.

Squeeze in the back but ya better be heard,
And respect any voice that is louder than yours.
Keep your eyes on the ground and your mind on God.

One day soon you'll understand.

Hold still son while we make you a man,
Gonna press ya into product and present it to Sam.
Keep your eyes on the ground and your mind on god.

Find a female who can fill in your holes,
A good lover to support all the lies you’ve been told.
Keep your eyes on the ground and your mind on god.

We hold tight, we hold on,
We hold life, till the blood is gone.
I feel safe when the rope is strong,
The sweetest knots are better left undone.


Force out a child son give him your sight.
Make him hateful, make him fearful, make him right.
Keep your eyes on the ground and your mind on God.

Now work and keep working till its all that you know,
Till you cant help but push with your family at home.
Keep your eyes on the ground and your mind on God.

We hold tight, we hold on,
We hold life, till the blood is gone.
I feel safe when the rope is strong,
The sweetest knots are better left undone.


Clock out forever crawl away from the gears,
And thank god that you made it after all these years.
Keep your eyes on the ground and your mind on God

Now its time keep quite till the moment of death,
Close the curtains round the bed and savour the breath.
Keep your eyes on the ground and your mind on God.

We hold tight, we hold on,
We hold life, till the blood is gone.
I feel safe when the rope is strong,
The sweetest knots are better left undone.


Always on the run,
missing it some how,
The smudge of life...
Yesterday's upon me now.
Should I have said more,
Should I have chased less,
Should I have pulled the wings out from underneath the bed.

I did the best I could. I did what I was told.
They were just as scared as me, how was I to know?
I just held on for dear life and my dear life went cold-
With my eyes on the ground, and my mind on god
Oh god, oh god!

I held tight, I held on,
I held life, till the blood was gone.
But I felt so safe when the rope was strong,
I guess the sweetest knots are better left undone.

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