2. Broken Glass
4. Want to Know
5. Someone to Blame
7. Who Could See
8. Inside of You
9. The Day we All Fell Down
Who Could See
i came early was forced to look upon her face it's too much for me to behold anymore she moved slowly and chose a place apart from me it's too much for me to control anymore we ran to the comfort of silence 'til even that's too much to bear WHY DO I DO THESE THINGS? CLUTCHING THE TATTERED PARTS OF DREAMS WRESTLE WITH FATE YOU'LL FEEL HIS COLD HAND WHO OF ALL HERE IS FIT TO BURN WHO COULD SEE? life is lonely never had it anyway there’s just too much to ask anymore tell another story running’s what i'm good at now it's hard to see what's really me anymore running on to the comfort of silence 'till even that's too much to bear
No one in society is free from that society's judgments. The only question is "who of all here is fit to burn?" -- The judge or the person being judged? I find this song a bit funny because it pretty much actually happened. I had a *friend* once who was in one of my classes in college. One morning I got to the the room very early - I was the first in. After a couple of minutes she arrived also. Our relationship had grown stressed for reasons I won't go into, involving time and distance and love letters and all manner of things I should not discuss 'lest I give up her identity -- just take my word for it. She halted at the door, quite comically actually. She was stunned and obviously was faced with a tough decision. Well, she made it. She sat in a chair on the opposite side of the room. She said nothing. After a couple minutes of the dread silence she wandered out of the room and didn't return until class was almost started. Truly I thought the event was funny even though it was tense. I wrote a song to commemorate my hatred of fate and the society I was born into that simply didn't want me. Here it is.
Everything written and performed by JC Simonsen.
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