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Michael McDermott - Your Silence I Will Always Admire (For Its Being)
From 620 W. Surf (1991)
(Lyrics and More Info Below)

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http://articles.chicagotribune.com/2011-06-22/entertainment/ct-ent-0623-michael-mcdermott-20110622_1_michael-mcdermott-bruce-springsteen-20th-anniversary

"I had read Herman Hesse's book "Siddhartha" and for whatever reason that book was very present in my mind while writing this song. Not sure how it ended up being almost ten minutes long. If you listen closely you can hear me directing the band. "Go to the bridge" is one, and i think there is one at the end of the song, "Here we go." It's muted in the main vocal, but my guitar mic picked it up." - Michael McDermott

Golden is it, I guess it is
I've captured a minute but it melted in my palm
And I never would have thought it'd come down to this
I tried to hit it with an ancient psalm
And who would have thought it
It broke like the morning
I was laughing when it hit me in the face
And I almost caught it, it read like a warning
Time had expired, it disappeared untraced
And the pen spat out obscenities
And the blind cried out for a king
Your silence I will always admire for its being

Saint Jude please answer me
Have you even heard a single word that I've said
But I've been calling you relentlessly
Either you're not there or else your phone must be dead
And if you see Saint Anthony
Tell him I haven't forgotten what he said
About writing a broken melody
For the soul who's drowning in his bed
And the church bells have all fallen silent
My love's got a broken wing
Your silence I will always admire for its being

Comets crossing in the paths of your healing
Crash like the sounds of a distant past
The well of wisdom has run dry from feeling
And the demons ride with rage upon my mast
Understanding will not go on strike
And everyone in the town is so shocked
Narrow mindlessness is picketing
Because the gates to their freedom have been locked
To scream out for knowing is such a common thing
Your silence I will always admire for its being

Widows' whispers of lovers' dreams
Once upon a time it seemed so real
I was caught by the cage
Of the hours in between in which I was incapable to feel
Tears broke my heart, my mouth was unable to move
To the place I wished you could be

Count the blessings for which you've been cursed
Then turn around and laugh at the face of fate
It was inevitable that you'd be immersed
Into the pool of love and hate
And common ground's been infected
By the poisonous plight
Which crashes and burns while flames tremble and weep
The malicious mouth can sting and be fatal
Like a rattlesnake's bite
While boredom chokes the life of the stifled soul
To an endless sleep
Regardless of the events
Of what the coming days shall bring
Your silence I will always admire for its being

Cymbals crash, the water reveals itself
And the orchestra pit couldn't get themselves in tune
Sad it was when your vision was smashed
At the sight of its inner self
Haunted by the love which died in June
And the road of the people was buried by the silence
Which loomed itself and its forces in front of them
The crippling curse of a man trapped inside his violence
Is promising it'll never ever happen again
I scream to a deafened world
Which can't even hear children sing
Your silence I will always admire for its being

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Dedicated to Michael McDermott's Continuing Legacy and to My Best Friend in Nashville who first introduced me to his music.

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