I Will Return -2018 (Bedroom Demo #72) (Patreon)

Words by Terry Taylor
Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler and Greg Flesch
©1991 Twitchen Vibes/ Brainstorm Artists Int'l.. ASCAP/BMI

And the city stood
In a glowing splendor
'Til her ashes were laid in an urn
Beneath a fast food counter

I will return

The descendants were born
And they danced their dances
Then the sound of their stumbling was great
Tilting the world off its axis

I will return

And the women gazed in their mirrors
Suitors brought them vials of perfume (quiet lives of desperation)
Then golden-haired locusts with the faces of angels
Sealed each of them up in a metal cocoon

And the life ran out
Just when it all seemed better
Here is a display in a granite museum
A shame on view forever

I will return, I will return

And the birdcage was eventually opened
A great flock of nuns flew away (meeting no one's expectations)
And the saints who had slept on the head of a pin
Came down from the sky at the end of all days

And the city stood
In a glowing splendor
'Til her ashes were laid in an urn
Beneath a fast food counter

I will return (I will be coming like a thief in the night)
I will return (I will be coming like a thief in the night)...

Vocals, guitars- TST

note: On "I Will Return" I set out to do something a little different lyrically in regard to end times epistemology, choosing in my approach to deliberately avoid the standard model, (familiar images primarily found in the book of Revelation), while attempting to still convey the kind of apocalyptic/cultural milieu one imagines would likely precede the return of Christ. Lines like "...a great flock of nuns flew away" and "....the saints who had slept on the head of a pin" are a fun bit of word play inspired by the sense of fascination, wonder, and perplexity (mixed with a significant dose of fear) which I initially felt as a young man when first encountering St. John's apocalyptic vision in what is arguably the Bible's strangest and most elusive book.

TST