Story Behind the Song
Originally titled "Riding the Hollow Bullet," the lyric was taken from a poem about the sense impressions in the few seconds before a suicide gone awry. Like a T-shirt that says "I tried to kill myself and all I got was this lousy pop song." However, this was a purely symbolic suicide, and so any fear and trembling from the audience can be quieted.
The music was written for the most part on acoustic guitar by David Perry, and then expanded by the band into it's full rock dimensions.
Lyrics
Encased within
A clenching fist.
A copper stuggle,
A broken wrist.
There are holes in the theory,
In the theory of skin,
There's a surge in the wires,
There is a small twinge.
With a tightening,
with a clench,
Moving one quarter,
moving 1/8th of an inch.
There's a surge and:
THE REVOLUTION DID NOT BEGIN WITH A SMASHING, IT CAME WITH A SMALL TWINGE.
The world has wheels,
and the rims are bent,
The cogs are barely turning,
and my mind is almost spent.
But we can find a balance,
we can center here.
I feel your axis
when you are near.
Calibrate the distance,
Square the codes,
Wet your finger to the wind,
Watch which way the ashes blow.
I am not what you see.
No, this is not me.
I am not that.
Oh, within me,
I know
the sky
is flat.
Your fingers form the shadows of dead doves on the wall,
And then the fingers fall.
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Ancient Country Wisdom
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