LYRICS
Rule number one four two one four
Don’t let your ass get hit by the door
Maybe I need chilling
To be fulfilling
Try not to let my freedom of speech
Have them yelling impeach
Impeach… ment
It’s not what I meant
Impeachment
When it’s not what I meant
Bite my tongue
And, bide my time
Bite my tongue
A moot mute
A mute moot
When what you say can be misconstrued
And, ya just end up looking rude or crude
Or rude and crude
Crude and rude
On the other hand, maybe I need to understand
The rudiments of the elements…
Er, a.. the rudimentary of the elementary
What I’m trying to say is.. at the root and primary
Thou can not be sedimentary
Without being hard-pressed,
I’d of guessed?
As for a conclusion… wouldn’t I rather arrive alive?
ABOUT THE SONG
Chords
Em7 Em Em7(11)
156 BPM / British Pop
A song about the risk of standing up and speaking out… when what you say can be misconstrued. (It was named after the filename it was assigned.)
Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards, Synthesizers (microKorg; Yamaha PSR-740; Korg N364), Controller and Computer (Alesis Vortex with a sustain peddle, a USB to a laptop running Korg software, and it also has a midi cable to the Korg N364)
From the album Daily Lessons
by Daniel Brouse