I sent you an armada
So many ideas about this for a live show. There’s a mad character in there, kind of coming undone at the seams as it all progresses. She starts to sweat and bleed, the lights change really slowly, players enter accompaniment from the back. Maybe he replies, finally.
When we used to play this live the lads added this absolute wall of sound—a rap-pah-pum times four of building strings and drums that added an actual-metaphor armada of sound to the madness.
In lieu of getting those down for the recording, I added some quiet piano. It should end much larger, I sometimes think. Then again, she’s pretty defeated. She’s still out there somewhere, quietly obsessing about that battlefield while he’s away. That’s where I left her.
I Sent An Armada
You didn’t notice, but I sent you an armada. I sent a battalion of flutes and notes from my chest. (To battle the fading whilst we we were farther, to arrest you further, pull your heart, make you invest.)
You didn’t notice, but I called in an army. I sent a booting of precision and uniform flung. (To fight with the temptation whilst I was out of town. I sang so loud you were bound to hear what I’d done.)
But this orchestral silence—it’s an interval that never ends. And I wrote in invisible ink, but I dare not send.
All I want is to get laid and meet you eye to eye. All I want is to merge skin. Be equal as we lie.
As we lie. As we lie. As we lie.
If you were a general I think I’d question your tack, because I let you invade, you explode, and I want my country back.
You crossed over the borders and you fired at will, but you—you reap the benefits and the fall out lingers still.
There’s not much left of me with you flag stuck in my ground. Shall I watch you shatter me with your grenades in hand?
And what more is left of me now you’ve spread across my land? I’ve been fighting for ceasefires and I know you got what you planned.
And this ridiculous stand off—I keep misfiring all my guns. I know I started the war, but you don’t show, so I hold my tongue.
All I want is to get laid and meet you eye to eye. All I want is to merge skin, be equal as we lie.
As we lie. As we lie. As we lie.
I wanted the ground to shake from underneath. I wanted the ground to shake from underneath. I wanted the ground to shake from underneath. It’s not like it was nothing at all. Not nothing at all.
And all I want is to get laid and meet you eye to eye. All I want is to merge skin, be equal as we lie.
As we lie. As we lie. As we lie.