From the recording Secret Songs For Secret People
Credits:
Vocals, guitars, bass, piano: Eric / Drums: Charles C. Gagne / Background Vocals: Sara Hallie Richardson
Recorded: Eric Bettencourt / Mixed: Noah Cole
Lyrics
Mast
It’s creeping up on innocents and the places that we must go
The case has been presented, the more we learn the less we know
Such a parody presents itself with a conflict inside
It doesn’t matter what you do as long as you get by
Can we take a moment to realize this inspiration?
Each grain of sand in my hair holds the makings of a nation
Those who are lost must wander though someone pulls the chain
And what they see is clarified by a thick coating of blame
And now I’m just stretched by a million arms of greed
Turning my want list into a book of needs
Catatonic, stupefied by what all this could mean
In your hand is a flash of existence while reflections tear the seams
We ride below the mast on the greatest ship of all
Only ocean knows the path, the shredded sails will fall
And now I’m just stretched by a million arms of greed
Turning my want list into a book of needs
And now I’m stretched by a million arms of greed