From the recording The Light Still Shines On The Main (WAV file)
And now for something completely different. After the heaviness of the previous track I knew I would need a change of pace, a sort of musical palate cleanser to follow Doxorubicin. I’ve always LOVED the song Time of the Season by The Zombies, with its extended, frenetic organ solo, and once I had the basic structure of this one written I approached my childhood friend and multi-instrumentalist Rob Deboer (we met in grade 5 at Claude Watson School for the Arts in Toronto) about collaborating. Rob took my arrangement ideas and created this track at his barn studio, playing every single instrument you hear, including the fantastic organ solo in the second half I had envisioned from the get go.
Lyrics
That boy would be late for his own wake
Lord knows if he chose another deep fake
But the Gods don’t scroll on a Sunday
And last call’s gonna bleed into Monday
Now there’s no one left to troll you, for Chrissake
True love is medicine for real pain
But the healing is slow and the bruises remain
As rare as black alabaster
And as cruel as a natural disaster
So why would anybody do this again and again?
But if you ask me
What could I say but “bombs away”?
Bombs away
Keep your eyes on the prize, keep your hands clean
(you’ll want to keep your hands clean)
Think the whole thing through and then say what you mean
(say what you mean; what you mean to say)
But when the wheel of perpetual emotion
Breaks down from the weight of devotion
Your tears will burn like gasoline
And if you ask me
What could I say but “bombs away”?
Bombs away