From the recording THE MARIONETTE: This & That from Hither & Yon
Love and anger... strong motivators, each. As is the need for attention, especially for us first-borns. Who knows what initially drew me into this web of need and dissatisfaction... this drive to create and perform or, oftentimes, just make a fool of myself. All of it under the guise of some higher purpose... to contribute something of value to an indifferent world. What’s the point of trying? The older I get, the clearer the answer to that question has become. The only point in trying is simply that. Trying... the attempt, in and of itself. Just getting out of bed and putting forth the effort IS the point of it. Success or failure has no bearing, only that one puts forth a sincere, compelling effort to do SOMETHING. The rest is just advertising.
Lyrics
Lyrics spilling, filling meters with a touch of truth in spin
But any meaning worth revealing hangs on those who listen in
Through perspectives redirected by the deftness of my pen
But as conduits of muses, their only voice is through our souls
So we grant them access to us. But once we do
Only when they’re flowing through us are we whole
Only when they’re flowing through us are we whole
You woke me up from a dead sleep
Drug me, trudging, out of bed on these bricks for feet
I should be sleeping, not letting you bother me
Dreaming of sex or winning the lottery
But I’m sitting here wrapped in a bed sheet
With a pale yellow tablet and a pen in my teeth
Just pieces of a broken old tool paying dues
To the Brotherhood of Fools
Well, no one gives a damn if I write this
I should kill all the lights, go back to sleep just to spite it
But my head is on fire and I’m too tired to fight it
Honey, this is the glamorous side of it
So sorry, pretty darlin’, this is not about you
But here’s a little trivia that’s bound to amuse
Insomnia and insight tied one on one night and screwed
Gave birth to the Brotherhood of Fools
The need to appease it trumps the pleas of the id
It’s a misery to need it and nobody sees it
“Hey kid, do what we did, cash in on your addiction
Take the deal down at the crossroads, taste the fruits of your affliction
You’re damned if you don’t and if you do”
Yeah, the devil gets his due from the Brotherhood of Fools
And now the melody’s reclining. She’s finally sinking in
To the waiting arms of harmony, sublimely blending in
Lending troubadours a few more pretty lines to do love’s bidding
Who am I kidding? Here’s your groove. Shake it, baby. Flash your boobs!
I don’t care what you do, really. Just take pity on the Brotherhood of Fools
So your ship never came in. In spite of all your swearin’ and prayin’
Sank at sea. Went down on its captain
Drowned in indifference while the devil was laughin’
And no one hears the truth in your phrasin’
So just let ‘em dance, ‘cause it’s their boozin’ that’s payin’
Just blame it on the stiffs in the suits and the dupes at the Brotherhood of Fools
But as conduits of muses, their only voice is through our souls
So we grant them access to us. But once we do
Only when they’re flowing through us are we whole
Only when they’re flowing through us are we whole
Music & Lyrics by David Greathouse
© 2014, Sourdough Music, ASCAP