Daisies And Sandalwood Lyrics
Silence in the cage
The structure persuades
But I look around to the orange bright sun
And hold up my breath
And think of the damage that's bound to become
An atone with dioxides and vomit these toxins
That's tearing these solids and giving it space
But seasons to give, she reached out in sorrow
And vanished the land
No past or tomorrow
Chorus:
And suddenly reeking of daisies and sandalwood
Children of peasants on bridges they stood
Look away from the fire and
This campaign of quicksand, this campaign of oil
Beating out of the land like a drum
Like a drum, like a drum
These days are infectious with fluorescent cars
And billionaires hung on the streets for the stars
And satellite projection beaming branches for the vine
In this cyber-world of dreaming, hoaxing water into wine
So, sing loud for the canyons
And soft for the parasites
And squeeze your spouses and children goodnight
And map out your futures and freeze-dry your food
And look for your reflection on a dime
Repeat Chorus
Giving you endless painted versions of your future and your past
And your busy troubled fortress will be stilled...
Upon the vast
Silence in the cage
The structure persuades me
But I look around to the orange bright sun
And hold up my breath
And think of the damage that's bound to behave
'Cause suddenly reeking of daisies and sandalwood
Children of peasants on bridges they stood
Look away from this fire
This campaign of quicksand, this campaign of oil
Beating out of the land to the One
To the One...
Story behind the song:
I wrote this on September 11, 2001; I didn't finish it then, though. There was a year of scribbling out words and writing words in. It started out being about September 11, and winded up just being its own thing. It's folk-oriented, on the acoustic guitar, the production is this kind of cool synth-stuff happening. It's my favorite song on the record because it can really let people's imaginations go somewhere; it's not about one specific topic. It holds a lot of thoughts. I like my songs to leave perceptions in the hands of listeners; writing these songs, I never want to have too much of a specific agenda.
