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Snakes & Arrows

(2007)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresProgressive Hard Rock
LabelsAtlantic Records, Anthem
Album rating :  84.7 / 100
Votes :  7
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Snakes & Arrows Lyrics

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Submitted by level Krisad       Last modified by level Krisad
1. Far Cry (5:22)
All lyrics by Peart

Pariah dogs and wandering madmen
Barking at strangers and speaking in tongues
The ebb and flow of tidal fortune
Electrical changes are charging up the young

It's a far cry from the world we thought we'd inherit
It's a far cry from the way we thought we'd share it
You can almost feel the current flowing
You can almost see the circuits blowin'

One day I feel I'm on top of the world
And the next it's falling in on me
I can get back on, I can get back on
One day I feel I'm ahead of the wheel
And the next it's rollin' over me
I can get back on, I can get back on

Whirlwind life of faith and betrayal
Rising angle, fall back and repeat
Slow degrees on the dark horizon
Full moon rising lays silver at your feet

It's a far cry from the world we thought we'd inherit
It's a far cry from the way we thought we'd share it
You can almost feel the current flowing
You can almost see the circuits blowin'

One day I feel I'm on top of the world
And the next it's falling in on me
I can get back on, I can get back on
One day I feel I'm ahead of the wheel
And the next it's rollin' over me
I can get back on, I can get back on

It's a far cry from the world we thought we'd inherit
(You can almost see the serpent growin')
(You can almost feel the planets glowin')

One day I feel I'm on top of the world
And the next it's falling in on me
I can get back on, I can get back on
One day I feel I'm ahead of the wheel
And the next it's rollin' over me
I can get back on, I can get back on

One day I fly through a crack in the sky
And the next it's falling in on me
I can get back on, I can get back on
Ah-oh-oh-oh! I can get back on, I can get back on
2. Armor and Sword (6:36)
The snakes and arrows a child is heir to
are enough to leave a thousand cuts.
We build our defenses, a place of safety
and leave the darker places unexplored.

Sometimes the fortress is too strong
or the love is too weak.
What should have been our armor
becomes a sharp and angry sword.

Our better natures seek elevation;
a refuge for the coming night.
No one gets to their heaven without a fight.

We hold beliefs as a consolation;
a way to take us out of ourselves.
Meditation, or medication.
A comfort, or a promised reward.

Sometimes that spirit is too strong
or the flesh is too weak.
Sometimes the need is just too great
for the solace we seek.
The suit of shining armor
becomes a keen and bloody sword.

A refuge for the coming night.
A future of eternal light.
No one gets to their heaven without a fight.

Confused alarms of struggle and fight.
Blood is drained of color
by the flashes of artillery light.
No one gets to their heaven without a fight.
The battle flags are flown
at the feet of the Gods unknown.
No one gets to their heaven without a fight.

Sometimes the damage is too great
or the will is too weak.
What should have been our armor
becomes a sharp and burning sword..
3. Workin' Them Angels (4:47)
Driving away to the east and into the past.
History recedes in my rear-view mirror.
Carried away on a wave of music down a desert road.
Memory humming at the heart of a factory town.

All my life
I've been workin' them angels overtime.
Riding and driving and living
so close to the edge.
Workin' them angels-- overtime.

Riding through the Range of Light to the wounded city.
Filling my spirit with the wildest wish to fly
taking the high road to the wounded city.
Memory strumming at the heart of a moving picture.

All my life
I've been workin' them angels overtime.
Riding and driving and living
so close to the edge.
Workin' them angels-- overtime.

Driving down the raxor's edge between the past and the future.
Turn up the music and smile.
Get carried away on the songs and stories of vanished times.
Memory drumming at the heart of an English winter.
Memories beating at the heart of an African Village.
4. The Larger Bowl (4:07)
If we are so much the same, like I always hear
why such different fortunes and fates?
Some of us live in a cloud of fear.
Some live behind iron gates.

Why such different fortunes and fates?
Some are blessed and some are cursed.
Some live behind iron gates
while others only see the worst.

Some are blessed and some are cursed.
The golden one or scarred from birth
while others only see the worst.
Such a lot of pain on the earth.

The golden one or scarred from birth.
Some things can never be changed.
Such a lot of pain on this earth.
It's somehow so badly arranged.

Somethings can never be changed.
Some reasons will never come clear.
It's somehow so badly arranged.
If we're so much the same, like I always hear.
5. Spindrift (5:24)
As the waves crash in
on the western shore
the wind blows fierce from the east.
Wavetops torn into flying spindrift.

As the waves crash in
on the western shore
it makes me feel uneasy.
The spray that's torn away
is an image of the way I feel.

What am I supposed to say?
Where are the words to answer you
when you talk that way?

As the sun goes down
on the western shore
the wind blows hard from the east.
It whips the sand intoa flying spindrift.

As the sun goes down
on the western shore
it makes me feel uneasy.
In the hot, dry rasp of the devil winds
who cares what a fool believes?

What am I supposed to say?
Where are the words to answer you
when you talk that way?
Words that fly against the wind and waves.

(A little closer to you.)
Where is the wave that will carry me
a little closer to you?

What am I suuposed to do?
Where are the words that will make you see
what I believe is true?
6. The Main Monkey Business (6:01)
Instrumental track
7. The Way the Wind Blows (6:28)
Now it's come to this.
It's like we're back in the Dark Ages.
From the Middle East to the Middle West.
It's a world of superstition.

Now it's come to this.
Wide-eyed armies of the faithful
from the Middle East to the Middle West.
Pray, and pass the ammunition.

So many people think that way.
You gotta watch what you say.
To them and them, and others, too
who don't seem to see things the way you do.

We can only grow the way the wind blows
on a bare and weathered shore.
We can only bow to the here and now
in our elemental war.

We can only grow the way the wind blows.
We can only bow to the here and now
or be broken down blow by blow.

Now it's come to this.
Hollow speeches of mass deception.
from the Middle East to the Middle West
like crusaders in unholy alliance.

Now it's come to this--
like we're back in the dark ages.
From the Middle East to the Middle West
it's a plague that resists all science.

It seems to leave them partly blind
and they leave no child behind
while evil spirits haunt their sleep--
while shepards bless and count their sheep.

Like a solitary pine
on a bare wind-blasted shore
we can only grow the way the wind blows.
8. Hope (2:02)
Instrumental track
9. Faithless (5:31)
I've got my own moral compass to steer by.
A guiding star beats a spirit in the sky
and all the preaching voices--
empty vessels ring so loud
as they move among the crowd.
Fools and thieves are well disquised
in the temple and marketplace.

Like a stone in the river
against the floods of spring
I will quietly resist.

Like the willows in the wind
or the cliffs along the ocean
I will quietly resist.

I don't have faith in faith.
I don't beleive in belief.
You can call me faithless
but I still cling to hope.
And I believe in love
and that's faith enough for me.

I've got my own spirit level for balance
to tell if my choice is leading up or down.
And all the shouting voices
try to throw me off course.
Some by sermons, some by force.
Fools and thieves are dangerous
in the temple and marketplace.

Like a forest bows to winter
beneath the deep white silence
I will quietly resist.

Like a flower in the desert
that only blooms at night
I will quietly resist.
10. Bravest Face (5:12)
Though we might have precious little
it's still precious.

I like that song
about this wonderful world.
It's got a sunny point of view
and sometimes I feel it's true
at least for a few of us.

I like that world.
It makes a wonderful song.
But there's a darker point of view
that's sadly just as true
for so many among us.

In the sweetest child there's a vicious streak.
In the strongest men there is a child so weak.
In the whole wide world there's no magic place
so you might as well rise.
Put on your bravest face.

I like that show
where they solve all the murders.
That heroic point of view..
It's got justice and vengeance, too--
at least, so the story goes.

I like that story--
makes a satisfying case.
But there's a messy point of view
that's sadly just as true
for so many among us.

In the softest voice there's an acid tongue.
In the oldest eyes there's a soul so young.
In the shakiest will there's a core of steel.
On the smoothest ride there's a squeaky wheel.

Though we might have precious little
it's still precious.
11. Good News First (4:51)
The best we can agree on
is it could have been worse.
What happened to your old
benevolent universe?
You know the one with stars
that revolve around you
beaming down full of promises
to bring good news.

You used to feel that way.
The saddest words you could never say--
but I know you'll remember that day
and the most beautiful words I could ever say.

The worst thing about it all
is that you might have been right
and I'm still not really sure
what started that fight.
But I still get this feeling
there's more trouble ahead.
So never mind that bad news
let's have the good news instead.

Some would say they never fear a thing.
Well, I do.
And I'm afraid enough for both of us--
for me and you.
Time, if nothing else, will do it's worst
so do me that favor
and tell me the good news first.
12. Malignant Narcissism (2:17)
Instrumental track
13. We Hold On (4:13)
How many times
do we tire of all the little battles?
--threaten to call it quits;
tempted to cut and run?

How many time
do we weather out the stormy evenings?
--long to slam the door
drive away into the setting sun?

Keep going until dawn.
How many times must another line be drawn?
We could be down and gone,
but we hold on.

How many times
do we chafe against the repitition?
--straining against a fate
measured out in coffee breaks?

How many times
do we swallow our ambitions?
--long to give up the same old way ;
find another road to take?

Keep holding on so long
'cause there's a chance
that we might not be so wrong.
We could be down and gone,
but we hold on.

How many times
do we wonder if it's even worth it?
There's got to be some other way
to get me through these days.

..but we hold on.
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