The jungle is filled with my friends
We sleep when and where we can
And I don't know the last weekend we saw
Cuz nobody really knows
Which way to the river, and which to the road?
Which way is the war, and which the retreat?
Which way are the joyful tears of relief

Been counting the days for most of our lives
And it looks like a pattern has begun to materialize
Yeah it looks like we're alive
But it looks like we're all eyes
And no ears to hear the trumpets so near
The trumpets so clear
The trumpets so near

The jungle is filled with such life
Creatures moving all day and all night
Some are hunting for just her kind
As she stands there under that streetlight
In her visions she speaks like a sword
And diseases aren't left to find their cure
On 12th street tonight

Been counting the days for most of our lives
And it looks like a pattern has begun to materialize
Yeah it looks like we're alive
But it looks like we're all eyes
And no ears to hear
The trumpets so near
The trumpets so clear
The trumpets so near
The trumpets so clear
The trumpets so near


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    General CommentCHRIS SIMPSON IS THE MAN!
    mistercrinkleson May 22, 2006   Link
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    General Commentchris simpson = perfection at its finest
    adorabelleon May 27, 2006   Link
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    General Commentwhatever.
    punk_chick13on May 27, 2006   Link
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    General CommentGlad Chris' new stuff is finally posted...Anyone gonna put up the other songs of his? I can't wait to hear more of his new stuff.
    Ghost33on June 23, 2006   Link
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    General CommentI'm still working on the other two songs that they have on their myspace, I deciphered this almost entirely correctly (sent it to Chris, he sent me the revisions).

    Perhaps I shall do the same for the other two.
    mistercrinkleson June 25, 2006   Link
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    General Commenti'm so psyched. Chris Simpson's new cd is finally for sale. I just ordered it at bellecitypop.com. Dude's a genius.
    beetlejuicegirlon September 27, 2006   Link
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    General Commenti'm so psyched. Chris Simpson's new cd is finally for sale. I just ordered it at bellecitypop.com. Dude's a genius.
    beetlejuicegirlon September 27, 2006   Link
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    General Commenti agree that many songs are written for a listener to enjoy them as they wish, and therefore i enjoy reading what others percieve a meaning of a song to be. when lyrics are vague it leaves for a greater range of interpretation. our personal influences and experiences are what we draw from when deciphering another's open-ended lyrics. therefore...

    ive often appreciated Chris Simpson's lyrics for thier often "crossing the line" toward scriptural and christian perspectives. this song i feel is also in that thought line. trumpets of course being that final sound that will at any time be heard to call believers home with our savior (1corinthians 15:52) which is also a topic he has alluded to in previous songs ('my fineral party' - The Gloria Record)
    the reference to a jungle could suggest the crazyness of the world, or tour, or perhaps an antithesis of the wilderness as it is spoken of in scripture, but its difficult for me to explain this one directly, and perhaps im way off from any original intent of his with that thonught.
    but i moreso thing of the jungle and the first few lines speaking of tour and sleeping on floors and doing what it takes to travel as a band...where technically every day is "work" or playing a show (odd cause he used to describe evey show as an attempt to inspire the audience, as ive reaad a few times how he would be dissapointed if he felt the show was uninspiring, another topic he's sung about)

    the chours, as it may be called, i 'hear' suggesting that there is a counting of the day, waiting in anticipation for that trumpet sound, whart a glorious day it will be! and "Yeah it looks like we're alive
    But it looks like we're all eyes" with the word BUT being most important suggesting a change of direction in thought... saying 'well, we are alive, BUT we're all eyes' meaning NO EARS and it will be the ears that hear the trumpet! we can get so caught up in the world, which draws us in with eyes, lust, and entertainment, but it is our ears that are used to truly learn of another or of anything of much credit in this world, nosomuch the eyes., it is the ears. more importantly it will be the ears, not eyes that will hear the trumpet. when one is all eyes and no ears, you have lost focus... ironically. lost focus on the purposes of life. the trumpets are NEAR as chris says... near, meaning at any moment. like he wrote and sung in 'my funeral party' saying "this could be the day i go........" i hope it is, i hope it is today. Chris has again inspired me with his words. and for that i am thankful.
    snowslideron November 09, 2007   Link
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    General Commenti agree that many songs are written for a listener to enjoy them as they wish, and therefore i enjoy reading what others percieve a meaning of a song to be. when lyrics are vague it leaves for a greater range of interpretation. our personal influences and experiences are what we draw from when deciphering another's open-ended lyrics. therefore...

    ive often appreciated Chris Simpson's lyrics for thier often "crossing the line" toward scriptural and christian perspectives. this song i feel is also in that thought line. trumpets of course being that final sound that will at any time be heard to call believers home with our savior (1corinthians 15:52) which is also a topic he has alluded to in previous songs ('my fineral party' - The Gloria Record)
    the reference to a jungle could suggest the crazyness of the world, or tour, or perhaps an antithesis of the wilderness as it is spoken of in scripture, but its difficult for me to explain this one directly, and perhaps im way off from any original intent of his with that thonught.
    but i moreso thing of the jungle and the first few lines speaking of tour and sleeping on floors and doing what it takes to travel as a band...where technically every day is "work" or playing a show (odd cause he used to describe evey show as an attempt to inspire the audience, as ive reaad a few times how he would be dissapointed if he felt the show was uninspiring, another topic he's sung about)

    the chours, as it may be called, i 'hear' suggesting that there is a counting of the day, waiting in anticipation for that trumpet sound, whart a glorious day it will be! and "Yeah it looks like we're alive
    But it looks like we're all eyes" with the word BUT being most important suggesting a change of direction in thought... saying 'well, we are alive, BUT we're all eyes' meaning NO EARS and it will be the ears that hear the trumpet! we can get so caught up in the world, which draws us in with eyes, lust, and entertainment, but it is our ears that are used to truly learn of another or of anything of much credit in this world, nosomuch the eyes., it is the ears. more importantly it will be the ears, not eyes that will hear the trumpet. when one is all eyes and no ears, you have lost focus... ironically. lost focus on the purposes of life. the trumpets are NEAR as chris says... near, meaning at any moment. like he wrote and sung in 'my funeral party' saying "this could be the day i go........" i hope it is, i hope it is today. Chris has again inspired me with his words. and for that i am thankful.
    snowslideron November 09, 2007   Link

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