This Over Here
Some people found it too hard to be alone
So they dug in with their thin skin
And their clothes pinned to the wind
Some people found it too hard to be outgrown
So they fell out of formation
And in condemnation they sinned
Some people found it to hard to be true
So they ran through back alleys
With black hands to wash ‘em
Some people found out but they found out too soon
So they sent away for the pickers
And the picker returned with a blossom
Some people found it too hard to be a stray
So they became a believer
And neither had produced what it offered
Some people found out that they didn’t want to pay
So they tried to quit the game
But they ended up laying in a coffin
Some people found it too hard to have two eyes
So they keep them in their mouths
And they only look around now when they’re talking
Some people found out that it was all a lie
So they took off for the edge of town
And started walking
Some people found it too hard to be in love
So they shuddered it away in a plain dress
And painted it with water
Some people found when they sent away the dove
That the story of the olive branch
Is also the story of the altar
Some people found it too hard to be clear
So they fell upon a bottle
Or they fell upon a woman
Some people found it too hard to be a queer
So they got married
And perhaps they had a couple children
Some people found it too hard to go away
So they stayed still and the evening
Crept upon the windowsill
Some people found it too hard to really say
So they bottled it and swallowed all the poison
Till they’d had their fill
Some people found it too hard to make sense
So they joined the marching legion
That carries the banner of surrender
Some people found us here sitting on the fence
Doing party lines
And drinking our politics from a blender
But this over here
You see this over here?
This is the darkness for me
- 1307 Christian St, South Philly 2005
Words and music by Devin Greenwood © 2006 Secret Piney Music