Oh, what a mess.
What a sticky situation we fell into.
But oh, I must confess:
I'm not off guard, but if you are, then I don't blame you.
Who could have prepared for where we've landed?
I'm not sure I want to meet them.
Now, we have to play with the cards that we've been handed
(and you can bet I'm going to beat them).
Tell me truthfully, when you woke up this morning
where did you think that you'd go to sleep again?
Somewhere safe? Somewhere you know?
Surely not this madhouse
together alone with unfamiliar friends.
'Won't somebody come save us?'
I hear you cry to the cameras,
but there's something that I think you missed my dear.
You say we can't have been forgotten,
that there must be someone watching.
Why would someone watching want us out of here?
See what you want when you look at me
if you won't open your eyes, who cares what you see?
Honestly, I've better things to do
than explain myself to you.
You don't have all the information,
so, yes, I understand your point of view.
You're so comfortable claiming I'm on the wrong path
but I don't remember asking you.
'How can you be so calm?'
you practically snap at me
while you're pointing your finger
accusingly.
Excuse me if the big picture has stayed in my sights,
so if you don't mind, I'm trying to get out alive.
Say what you like, I promise I'm not going to stop you.
Think what you must, it's all on you.
No one's coming to our rescue.
Yes, I know this must distress you
but if we can't be our own saviours
we'll be damned.
So get a grip on your composure.
Things will be worse before they're over.
Look a little deeper. Try to understand.
See what you want when you look at me
if you won't open your eyes, who cares what you see?
Honestly, I've better things to do
than explain myself to you.
I've been screaming the truth, but you just won't see
'cause I'm the only one here that you won't believe
and everything that I've done, well it's all for you.
Though I've shouted and shouted, I can't get through.
I'm begging you, use your brain for a moment.
Try to figure it out on your own.
I won't always be there when you call.
They can lie all they like, but I won't concede.
Cut me up with your knives. It's not like I'll bleed.
I know you don't see the real shape of this battlefield
but my words are my weapons. In secret I'm your shield.
David Bridie’s “The Wisdom Line” pairs stark, poetic lyrics with hushed, minimal instrumentation, recalling groups like Tindersticks. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 8, 2019
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