Non-Functional Harmony - East Of The Wall

Invite you in. Sit back, at the bar stool

A few down, it’s stiller than planned

And most of us shy

There’s a drop and refrain

Sharp words, harsh beliefs

A few songs down

I’m wearied and I recant

And the singer’s soft-spoken

Still cunning but empty

It’s enough to be hurt

A thumb in the wound

I should just walk and let it all glance by

In rhyme, rolling mantras calling on

Each time, with the stanzas' falling hum

Heaven knows my dirge

I’ve sighed and crooned each verse

It’s over, and played out

I’ll take my hat and bow

And the singers have spoken

Grown cutting and angry

It’s the goal to be heard

A thought from the wound

So I should comply, or think it over?

I’m running away?

No faith in this room

I should just balk and let it all slip by

Some in seven, some in nine

Crossed words

Some rhymes won’t work

Spite, emboldened yet trite

I’m weighed and lopsided

You cannot be hiding enough

I tried, time and every time

Gave up and I’m fried

Now retired, I gave enough

The song’s healing nostalgia soured

Now it’s merely maudlin

My sole tenor is drowned out

This din grew dischord.

I’m bowing out

So no hesitation, swift on our way

Or you’re drowned out

No reservations, no encore to play

I’m bowing out