"Streaking The Days Asunder"  Parental Advisory genre: Progressive Metal
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	(5:43) Recently a "Featured Song" in Progressive Metal and Top 40 on the Prog Metal charts. Progressive pop primarily orchestrated with piano / strings / synthesizer / bass / drums. The lyrics revolve around the concept of some of the subtleties of political correctness.
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	Story Behind the Song Originally written and Recorded in 1995, but re-recorded in October 2001 with new vocals and guitars, and remixed. All instruments were sequenced using Cubase except for about 30 seconds of guitar in the middle of the song. The lyrics revolve around the concept of some of the subtleties of political correctness. The story is about a conservative polical activist woman who discovers she has ALS. Because of this, she gets coerced into a plot to attempt to become the lover of a very liberal president to eventually try to assasinate him, but soon discovers that she falls in love with him and just wants to pursue a simpler non-political agenda of sorts. In the meantime, unknown to her, the organization behind the plot actually never intended for her to go through with it, actually just wanted to frame someone for the killing of his leading opponent. The song is from the woman's internal perspective. Lyrics . *** Streaking the Days Asunder *** His institutions are his social disease Its someones revolution to bear Im not political, I have to pretend to be His fate conditional I wait, hide away Swaying under a sheltered moon-crime My sins float in the wind Tripping the days asunder The telling secrets of his passive indiscretion Is carrying sequences I will not understand And theres a reason that I sought these possibilities Such subtle differences A bullet-ride I set aside an incidental suicide Black jack, Kerouac, put it in a pill Like a god-punk, pump it up, going for the kill Its a show scheme, bad dream, never will pretend In a rainbow rideup, cut him in and out (my friend) Im artificially a social elite It tastes like candy water to me Faulty condition like a radical waste Becoming my philosophies I sing violins Dancing the play the words I wonder We pray, sailing away Streaking the spell Im under And theres a reason that I found this inability I drape an invitation, cautiously extends His superstition signs a perfect opportunity My intuitioning, internal enemy unfolds I know it grows, I know Black jack, Kerouac, put it on a shelf Like a god-punk, suck it up, quantify yourself Its a mad scheme, last dream, never to pretend In a rainbow ride-in, cut him up and down (my friend) (Time is the crucial element in this masquerade. Remember) Days come rain falls down (We understand the logic of your direction. Remember.....) I sense something is wrong Where has the army of lawmakers gone? I felt someones release Look away, run away, run away Designate is something I couldn't do Because I never knew exactly what's the plan (Dont even think about it) Its our government, its what we want it to be But there are incidents that may reflect exceptions to it...... Responsibility is something you shouldn't fake (I cant recall) An ammunition representing our response (I dont recall this intercession) 'Cause Its our government, not just a phony excuse My inhibition in reality a state of (in)fatuation Growing critically beyond this insincerity I dance away Reflecting ceremonies cradling its bridal stations We played the island raining ocean-summer sand While I regenerate Im fostering its escalation Waiting out the windstorm I stood ambiguously sighting a friend It smells like I might be a pawn Now Im not stupid but I have to pretend To be the one to take the fall My grave eating me away Dying under a fractured sunrise His faith leading me astray Helping me aim the gunsight Black jack, Kerouac, put her in a cell Like a god-punk, fuck it up, sanctify yourselves Its a mad scheme, last dream, never to pretend In our rainbow rideup, cut me inside-out My Friend.........My Friend........My Friend..........Oh, My Friend

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