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  1. Hero

From the recording Hero

<p>Lyrics and song ideas often come to me while I am driving. &nbsp;An unfortunate truth as it becomes almost comical to be writing fragments of thoughts on whatever lost receipts or old papers happen to be on the floor of my car while idling at red lights ~laugh~. &nbsp;"Hero" came to me in such a way, while I was thinking silly thoughts about movie villains maniacally laughing on their throne-like chairs. &nbsp;I wondered if after, they phone their mothers and get lectured, if they sort their laundry into whites and darks and if they shop at bargain grocery stores. &nbsp;It may have come from a silly place but evolved quickly into the question that haunts me as I watch a world that constantly needs to be warring with itself; are villains so much different from heroes? &nbsp;</p>
<p>My grandmother lived in the Netherlands during the Nazi occupation. &nbsp;She used to smuggle guns to resistance fighters in a baby carriage, past the Nazi soldiers. &nbsp;She rarely speaks of those times, I think the memories are wounds that never quite heal. &nbsp;Still, sometimes she will say quietly "no one should ever invade another's home". &nbsp;I think of those words often while I watch countries crumble under the arrogance of moral superiority. &nbsp;Villains. &nbsp;Heroes. &nbsp;Offense. &nbsp;Defense. &nbsp;Sometimes it is only perspective - after all we are all just human. &nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
<p>Written October of 2009</p>
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Lyrics

<p>Hear the call, lay down your love<br /> A world in need his shadowed creed<br /> Journey&rsquo;s long, questioning done<br /> Face turns from the sun<br /> Still my trembling hands<br /> Stay my living thoughts<br /> Stab my crumbling heart<br /> My nature&rsquo;s heart<br /> My poet&rsquo;s heart<br /><br /> Does the hero cry?<br /> Does he gaze upon the stars<br /> And pray for a day <br /> When his sword song is never heard?<br /> Does he silently lay flowers on that grave<br /> Where his monsters and childhood <br /> Pass beyond the day?<br /><br /> Voice unheard, all seems so wrong<br /> Wondering how such hate is love<br /> Clashing words carve out that space<br /> Fear wrought and he&rsquo;s won<br /> Still my trembling hands<br /> Stay my living thoughts<br /> Stab my crumbling heart<br /> My nature&rsquo;s heart<br /> My lover&rsquo;s heart<br /><br /> Does the villain cry?<br /> Does he gaze upon the stars<br /> And pray for a day <br /> When his sword song is never heard?<br /> Does he silently lay flowers on that grave<br /> Where his monsters and childhood <br /> Pass beyond the day?<br /> <br /> His eyes were blue<br /> The colour of my youth<br /> I thought they should be<br /> As black as the sea<br /> <br /> Does the hero cry?<br /> Does he gaze upon the stars<br /> And pray for a day <br /> When his sword song is never heard?<br /> Does he silently lay flowers on that grave<br /> Where his monsters and childhood <br /> Pass beyond the day?<br /> <br /> Does the hero cry?</p>