Demonesque

Oh, are you feeling down today my dear?
There's a dark cloud hanging over you
something wicked this way draws near
a sign in the air she makes
she's weaving her spell make no mistake.

So you think there's no vampires?
Well, you're dead wrong!
Parasites drink your blood
still other's drink souls to make them strong
they look just like you and me
taking advantage of weaknesses and insecurities.

Black cat sucks out the baby's breath
so wives tales profess
How demonesque!
Place gold coins on the eyelids
of the corpse at death
blind faith addressed by his last request
payment for the ferryman cross the river Styx
we all live and die by the beliefs that we pick

My oh my oh my
Are you going to hell someday my dear?
You can't swallow their dogma
so they've damned you with their fears
now the whole afterlife thing's unclear
no ones come back with adventures and souvenirs

Oh, superstitions replace what we don't know
If you presume in your demons
then they'll never let you go
they'll place your resolve on a shelf
then you'll have to protect yourself
mainly from yourself.

Tortured by sins the faithful confess
they've transgressed
How demonesque!
If you talk to all the spirits in the wilderness
You're a sorceress!
Maybe even possessed!
Nowadays true magic's debased and abused
We burn all our witches in the daily news

Oh, all that you've conjured is free to roam
you're so afraid of the darkness
that you stay inside you homes
There's a full moon of dread on the rise
people giving up freedoms and rights
they've compromised.

So run to your doctors for cures they sell
There's no profit in medicine
if they make everybody well
They like you addicted and drugged
you can't question their motives
if you're lying face down on the rug.

The power of suggestion is manifest
in everything good and demonesque
Don't let any outside force
keep your free will suppressed
though menace swirls round you never-the-less
Power and money and politics
poets and artists and lunatics
theologians and philosophers rhetoric
teachers and healers and heretics

We all live and die by the beliefs that we pick

Doc's Notes:

What I like most about this song is it's very reflective of the type of music we were trying to do for our second CD. We didn't want our song choices playing it safe. We were trying to flex our creative muscles and take on material which was just a little bit outside the guidelines of what we usually do.

This one is a definite shoe-in, and it just barely made the play list. Of all the keyboard song I've composed, this on has the distinction of being the first one to grace and album.

Mark had come down in November of 2007 to do some additional final recordings on his way to his brother's house for Thanksgiving. We had recorded another keyboard composition called 'Life's An Art”. Mark liked it and I suppose but it was pretty tame by comparison, fitting into the traditional singer-songwriter mode. On his way back just before heading back up to New York, we both zapped this song out off the cuff. As I recall, it went pretty fast and we only did about three takes before calling it a wrap. A real creative flash and lightning strike effort.

I like that the CD “Eye Of The Storm” opens and closes with two metaphysical type of songs. One is more spiritual in nature and one is more political but they both go hand in hand. It's the balance of polarity and duality. 'Demonesque' has a strange vibe about it, and I really love the lyrics.