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Anger As Beauty Lyrics
Gather at the church
Say a quiet prayer
Hold each other's hands
Praying that you might be there
In honesty and peace
With the whispers of your god
Falling on your ear
Melt your silver down
Kiss your lover's face
Sirens start to sound
And you're caught up in the only place
Where the honesty of fear
Makes a battle like a song
Falling on your ears
This is anger as beauty
Fighter soul alive
In a whiskey fueled rage
The tears burn in your eyes
The saddest of souls to save
Sings lovely in its fear
With a voice that's
Broken/strong
This is anger as beauty
Lover don't you wait
Lover you'll be safe
The strangest quiet in the streets
Fighters for the love
Dug deep
They're under paved ports
Gently lifting up a song
Falling on your ears
This is anger as beauty
Say a quiet prayer
Hold each other's hands
Praying that you might be there
In honesty and peace
With the whispers of your god
Falling on your ear
Kiss your lover's face
Sirens start to sound
And you're caught up in the only place
Where the honesty of fear
Makes a battle like a song
Falling on your ears
In a whiskey fueled rage
The tears burn in your eyes
The saddest of souls to save
Sings lovely in its fear
With a voice that's
Broken/strong
Lover you'll be safe
The strangest quiet in the streets
Fighters for the love
Dug deep
They're under paved ports
Gently lifting up a song
Falling on your ears
Song Info
Submitted by
geekusa On Apr 19, 2004
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For me, this song seems to be a representation of the beauty and strength of pure, unbridled passion, wrath, fury. Workman seems to be singing about the glory and the strength in letting go, giving in to the tiny, green spark in the back of every living person's mind, and letting the energy overtake you. It's not for every day, but some rare, shining moments, all a person can do is let the basest, purest emotional and mental force take them over, and relish it. It seems to be a call against apathy and passive behavior. At least, that's my take on it.
It seems to be a depiction of wartime. The viewpoint character is in church praying for peace and trying to mean it but as the air-raid sirens start up and he goes out to help fight off the attack, he has to admit to himself that the adrenalin rush of fear and anger, the pride of knowing he's fighting for someone he loves and striking back at those threatening them carries a kind of pleasure with it.