| The Church – North, South, East and West Lyrics | 11 years ago |
| Critical of the modern day materialistic culture where money rules and buys happiness - but is not real anywhere - North, South, East or West. | |
| The Church – Destination Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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I would love to know the real inspiration for these lyrics -- if actual events or mystical saga - a general statement or a literal story. Being that this band makes songs that transcend actual events and have a cosmic, universal and timeless quality, I would bet that this song might as well. Nevertheless, it could be an escape from a war-torn country (possibly religious war) and the plight of immigrants trying to survive and reach their destination. "Our instruments have no way of measuring this feeling Can never cut below the floor, or penetrate the ceiling. In the space between our houses, some bones have been discovered, But our procession lurches on, as if we had recovered." Totalitarian government has boxed in and represses a group. To survive means having to operate while injustice and genocide attempt to defeat the members. There is no time to properly mourn when you are in the midst of war. "Draconian winter unforetold. One solar day, suddenly you're old. Your little envelope just makes me cold, Makes destination start to unfold." Situation becomes unbearable to the point of abandoning the fight. Perhaps the group is discovered and threatened in a letter. The group flees. "Our documents are useless, or forged beyond believing. Page forty-seven is unsigned, I need it by this evening. In the space between our cities, a storm is slowly forming. Something eating up our days, I feel it every morning. Destination, destination." In the rush to escape, mistakes are made and time is running out and the end is near. The destination may not be made. Still the destination is keeping hope alive. "It's not a religion, it's just a technique. It's just a way of making you speak. Distance and speed have left us too weak, And destination looks kind of bleak." The enemy has shut down the borders and has stopped and questioned members of the group, but the group is not defeated, just not very strong. "Our elements are burned out, our beasts have been mistreated. I tell you it's the only way we'll get this road completed. In the space between our bodies, the air has grown small fingers. Just one caress, you're powerless, like all those clapped-out swingers. Destination, destination." The group travels by night, in darkness, and by unconventional means and back roads to avoid the enemy, pushing their horses past their limits. There aren't any other options to make it down the road to reach freedom. The coldness is taking it's toll. Reminding themselves of the destination keeps them alive. |
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