Clapping on the Ones and Threes by East of the Wall Lyrics
In lines, swayed by rhythmic decree concerning the expired
Sewn ties, thread through homilies
Net worthy, past as sire
Designing a unison tune for pleasure, we misfired
The movement is still
Call your children out, hands held
Call, response
When the flock is small
Winning hearts is a straight and simple capture
None to boast
We sing along – nostalgia we shared
With the beats in common place, the chorus is “us”
Believe it all, the earworms ingrained
When the verses ended, a measure is all we shared
Something fell behind
And it startled choirs who don’t suffer surprise
With ears fatigued and tired
Belt out gasping highs
Off beat, flat, they died
No one feels right, and they’re all afraid
Blame it on a phrase
Blame it on their phrasing
Blame it on the changes resolving
A song in movements
Once you’re swept up, you’re in
The pounding refrain, it breaks and it falls
You recall that you’ve been here, alive with sound
And the notion feels right – the meaning is home
Splayed on the floor now, the tune is missed
When the verses ended, a measure is all we shared
It’s over. I’m sorry. All over. We’re behind. We’re out of time
In time, it fades in degrees, descending
But the choir…
Remind me of why we moved so quickly
We expired. What now? It’s all I’ve done
Sewn ties, thread through homilies
Net worthy, past as sire
Designing a unison tune for pleasure, we misfired
The movement is still
Call your children out, hands held
Call, response
When the flock is small
Winning hearts is a straight and simple capture
None to boast
We sing along – nostalgia we shared
With the beats in common place, the chorus is “us”
Believe it all, the earworms ingrained
When the verses ended, a measure is all we shared
Something fell behind
And it startled choirs who don’t suffer surprise
With ears fatigued and tired
Belt out gasping highs
Off beat, flat, they died
No one feels right, and they’re all afraid
Blame it on a phrase
Blame it on their phrasing
Blame it on the changes resolving
A song in movements
Once you’re swept up, you’re in
The pounding refrain, it breaks and it falls
You recall that you’ve been here, alive with sound
And the notion feels right – the meaning is home
Splayed on the floor now, the tune is missed
When the verses ended, a measure is all we shared
It’s over. I’m sorry. All over. We’re behind. We’re out of time
In time, it fades in degrees, descending
But the choir…
Remind me of why we moved so quickly
We expired. What now? It’s all I’ve done