Song Description
Very Bowie-esque, Mott the Hoople-inspired anthem full of close harmonies, crackling guitars and mellotron. Just add stadium crowd and serve!
| Song Length |
4:58 |
Genre |
Rock - Classic, Rock - Progressive Rock |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Nonviolent, Disconcerted |
Subject |
Power, Fight |
| Similar Artists |
David Bowie, Elton John |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1970 - 1979 |
| |
Lyrics
Throwing Stone
Slip your fear into a glove
And you hide it with a fist,
As you load your gun with love
To bestow the cripling kiss.
And when push comes to shove,
You take the bitter pill
To secure the space above;
Then you swoop down for the kill.
Chorus
Just like throwing stones.
Watch what you say.
Just like throwing stones.
There'll be hell to pay.
Just like throwing stone.
Anyway, it's the game we play.
You watch the snow fall in your skull
upon the tiny town,
The rooftops and the walls
Resounding with the sound
Of words cocked on your tongue.
The catapult is sprung.
The church bells have all rung.
The war is raging!
Chorus
Bridge
Oh, we're never done waiting.
Oh, we never go home.
Oh, The night's always wasted.
So let's make a change,
Before we go to far.
Chorus Out.
Copyright Andy McCutcheon 2008, BMI.