Language is here to
set us free
Putting your foot down
I will not take this anymore
Rattling the chains of human
instinct and intellect
Communication brings us together
crowds up-roaring gathering around
the dinner table to talk our way out
of another sorry sunset. We won’t
let the sun go down.
Freedom of the tongue
who are you telling?
Just preaching to the choir
all of the things I should have
said when you up and left
well now I’ve got the words
and nobody left to listen.
Screaming bloody murder at the top of
your lungs well we’re all just talk
dialogues with gods and governors
figure heads of speeches, figurative
languages rolling off the tongue
They’re saying change is in the
air. Just gotta wait for the seasons
to catch their breath.
Even the dead never die.