Clapping on the Ones and Threes - East Of The Wall

In lines, swayed by rhythmic decree concerning the expired

Sewn ties, thread through homilies

Net worthy, past as sire

Designing a unison tune for pleasure, we misfired

The movement is still

Call your children out, hands held

Call, response

When the flock is small

Winning hearts is a straight and simple capture

None to boast

We sing along — nostalgia we shared

With the beats in common place, the chorus is «us»

Believe it all, the earworms ingrained

When the verses ended, a measure is all we shared

Something fell behind

And it startled choirs who don’t suffer surprise

With ears fatigued and tired

Belt out gasping highs

Off beat, flat, they died

No one feels right, and they’re all afraid

Blame it on a phrase

Blame it on their phrasing

Blame it on the changes resolving

A song in movements

Once you’re swept up, you’re in

The pounding refrain, it breaks and it falls

You recall that you’ve been here, alive with sound

And the notion feels right — the meaning is home

Splayed on the floor now, the tune is missed

When the verses ended, a measure is all we shared

It’s over.

I’m sorry.

All over.

We’re behind.

We’re out of time

In time, it fades in degrees, descending

But the choir…

Remind me of why we moved so quickly

We expired.

What now?

It’s all I’ve done