Raise The Dead

raise the dead is a wild and unique song. i remember when gwen, my fiancee, first heard this. she pictured rocking out to it in a dance club…but with a cha-cha feel somehow (kinda like the mojito commercial, maybe?). i wrote the song after i had begun recording the eLOVE record. i completed it on the fly without much deliberation. I needed a transition type song in the middle of the album (yes, i still think in terms of producing a record that flows from beginning to end – call me old school). i remember jeff severson, the engineer on the record, just shaking his head. he couldn’t believe what he was hearing – but he liked it just the same. it’s been that way between us since.

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raise the dead

why do we got to raise the dead?
bring this ringing to our heads?
spit the shit that we gone and said today?
why do we got to raise the dead?
piss our history upon the bed
dull our skulls with all that’s plain as fate

open your mouth
and what should fly south
a babbling gaggle of geese?
squawking and hawking
balking and chalking
baby let’s talk about peace
i’ve had a tough year
but now that you’re here
there’s got to be more better than bliss
pour  me some concrete
adore me more complete
our roots should be firmer than this
what’s your eye?
what constitutes lie?
a twinkle
a stare
or a blink?
before the night’s through
babe i wanna feel you
in ways more obscene than you’d think
i wanna turn you out
eliminate doubt
uncover the thoughts  on your mind
that we hold
we preach and unfold
is more than a past we can find

why do we got to raise the dead?
bring this ringing to our heads?
spit the shit that we gone and said today?
why do we got to raise the dead?
piss our history upon the bed
dull our skulls with all that’s plain as fate

i can remember when i was a kid
those monsters beneath my bed
i never did see one
i never did become
material thing i could dread
but now that i’m older
and 50 times bolder
it’s funny how things we can’t pin
consume us
exhume fuss
doom
and then gloom us
cut a relationship thin
what’s in your hand?
what constitutes band?
the show or the time spend between?
before the night’s through
babe i wanna heal you
in ways more surreal than you’ve seen
i wanna lift the veil
relieve the braille
of these fingers that long for the trail
because sometimes we need
to feed a new seed
and wait for the guessing to fail

why do we got to raise the dead?
bring this ringing to our heads?
spit the shit that we gone and said today?
why do we got to raise the dead?
piss our history upon the bed
dull our skulls with all that’s plain as fate