Story Behind The Song
This composition took me a long time to complete. The lyrics were the last thing written after I finished reading Shelbe Foote's three volumes of the Civil War. Yes folks, I read all three books cover to cover, and there are dozens of songs that came out of that period of time.
Song Description
Steve winwood's influence on the chord changes and meter of the song are intact, with the insertion of some blues guitar licks ala my teacher, maestro Carlos Santana.
| Song Length |
6:21 |
Genre |
Rock - Progressive Rock, Blues - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Troubled, Worried |
Subject |
Frustration, Worry |
| Similar Artists |
Traffic, Steve Winwood |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1970 - 1979 |
| |
Lyrics
When you wake up in the morning, with your head up on fire,
All the angels bring you dust to your hearts desire,
They throw it in your face to make your mind never tire, And then hang you up to dry like a bird on a wire,
Then you're up so high, wonder if it's too late,
As your body gravitates, and your soul separates.
Birds on fire with a broken wing,
Birds on fire angels start to sing,
Birds on fire hear their voices ring,
Birds on fire angels start to sing,
I'll take you up, he'll take you down,
I'll take you up, you'll leave the ground.
I'll take you up, he'll take you down,
I'll take you up, you'll leave the ground.
When you lay down in the evening, it's the same old story,
As you try to take that hill to the sounds of 'Old Glory',
Your brother's on the top and bayonets are behind you,
As your heart's about to stop, all the devils surround you,
Then you're up so high, wonder if it's too late,
As your body gravitates, and your soul separates.