Potentia

Work that mouth, tow that line
Electric Man is feelin' fine
Grab that wrist, shake that hand
Rise to your feet for Electric Man

I'm just an ordinary man with nowhere else to turn
I've seen my share of soldiers coming through
So when the book are out of words, and nothing's left to learn
I'll bow to the only thing I really know how to do

Work that mouth, tow that line
Electric Man is feelin' fine
Grab that wrist, shake that hand
Rise to your feet for Electric Man

An eye, a shadow, a fist, a frown
He points his finger and the city falls down
An eye, a shadow, a fist, a frown
He points his finger and the city falls down
An eye, a fist, a shadow, a frown
He points his finger and the city falls down
An eye, a fist, a shadow, a frown
He points his finger...
And even God falls down
(DOWN!)

There's no shame in mediocrity, just a twinge of doubt
Of what you are and who you could have been
An uphill cart race with a tire out
(Is what we've earned)
And I'll stop to smell the briars in the shadows of much greater men

Work that mouth, tow that line
Electric Man is feelin' fine
Grab that wrist (grab that wrist)
Shake that hand (shake that hand)
Rise to your feet for Electric Man

So sayeth The Brad...

The Fabled Beauty of Sophia

She left me in her room still shaking, I couldn't speak at all
An orphan to the world, a dying leaf in the fall
Buried in a garden, but no flower'd grow again
This world had reared its ugliness, its corrosion and its pain

There's beauty in this life still
Yet some glory, she would say
You can find it even though all of
The heroes left today
There's beauty in this life still
Yet some glory, she'd contend
Even after all the ones you love
Become your dear departed friends

This place feels black and hollow and their hands feel harsh and cold
Decaying in the twilight of a world that's growing old
With children weeping softly and widows left to cry
When the evils of our fathers are nothing like the sins of you and I

There's beauty in this life still
Yet some glory, I need to believe
Able to be found even when
The heroes have to leave
There's beauty in this life still
Yet some glory, I'll depend
Even after all the ones you love
Become your dear departed friends

Dark funnels laugh with Armageddon's breath around me
A cyclone roars, no light ever shines through
You took my wings to go ahead and soar above me
To leave me flightless in a field, and mired in these memories of you

A world with no comparison, a world with nothing left
A world so unfamiliar, a world that was bereft
A world that does not have her, but then still I hear her say
It was you that I have died for so you'd know to live another day
Because there's motive yet to love
And there's basis to be strong
Because there's beauty in this life still
And there's reason to live on...

So sayeth The Brad...