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Steve Taylor & The Perfect Foil

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A LIFE PRESERVED (Lyrics)

Bobbing for air
Iʼm back again
A perfect ten
of a dive
without a pool
A perfect fool
too slow to know
his wind
has been knocked out
ʻtil Iʼm gasping

Bobbing for air
Been up and down
The once renown
angling for another act
Another tactical advance
to who knows where
You found me there
I heard you there

CALLING ME OUT
OF THE SHALLOWS OF MY WORLD
CALLED TO SOMETHING GRACEFUL
AND TRUE
GRATITUDE IS TOO CHEAP A WORD
FOR ALL YOUʼVE REASSEMBLED
FROM A SPIRIT BROKEN
AND UNNERVED
A LIFE PRESERVED

Bobbing for air
Iʼve been atoned
Creation groaned
to lift me as I drowned
And set my feet
up on the mound of rock
you crushed for me
A place to stand
A whispered command

CALLING ME OUT…

Bobbing for air
I have been served
A life preserved
after all Iʼd cast away
You tipped the grayscale
ʻtil the scales
fell back to earth
And I saw colors
I heard a shout

NINETY-NINE
TO ONE


"A Life Preserved" (Soundtrack Version) Steve Taylor & The Perfect Foil

STANDING IN LINE (Lyrics)

We shared the world like a private joke
Laughed our way out of hues and cries
Inhaled under the Bridge of Sighs
It’s not the way it was

The weather came
you were skating on fire
And love spilled out like antifreeze
The ice floes melted
in separate seas
If I was slow to learn
I will wait for another turn

I’VE BEEN STANDING IN LINE SO LONG
I’VE BEEN STANDING IN LINE SO LONG
I’VE BEEN WEIGHING THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME

You draw your lines from memory’s cage
I write songs for a jealous God
Two spoiled kids and a velvet rod
It’s not the way it was
And I’d pursue you through any hell
I’d swim upstream ‘til I find the source
Dam the Mississippi and change its course
If it was up to me
If it was mine to turn

I’VE BEEN STANDING IN LINE SO LONG
I’VE BEEN STANDING IN LINE SO LONG
I’VE BEEN WEIGHING THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME

I’VE BEEN STANDING IN LINE SO LONG
I’VE BEEN WONDERING WHAT WENT WRONG
I’VE BEEN WEIGHING THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME

you’ll come to 
sooner or later
you’ll come to

I’VE BEEN STANDING IN LINE SO LONG…
AND I’M NOT GONNA LEAVE


Standing In Line - Steve Taylor & The Perfect Foil

HERO

When the house fell asleep there was always a light
And it fell from the page to the eyes of an American boy 

In a storybook land I could dream what I read
When it went to my head I'd see
I wanna be a hero
But the practical side said the question was still
"When you grow up what will you be?"
I wanna be a hero

Hero
It's a nice-boy notion that the real world's gonna destroy
You know
It's a Marvel comicbook Saturday matinee fairytale, boy 

Growing older you'll find that illusions are bought
And the idol you thought you'd be was just another zero
I wanna be a hero 

Heroes died when the squealers bought 'em off
Died when the dealers got 'em off
Welcome to the "in it for the money as an idol" show
When they ain't as big as life
When they ditch their second wife
Where's the boy to go?
Gotta be a hero

When the house fell asleep
From a book I was led to a Light that I never knew
I wanna be your hero
And He spoke to my heart from the moment I prayed
Here's a pattern I made for you
I wanna be your hero

Hero (for JR, with thanks) - Steve Taylor & The Perfect Foil

"Am I In Sync? (Missing Link Version)"
from the "Deluxe Version" of Goliath (digital exclusive)

AM I IN SYNC? (LYRICS)
Synthesizer rock ruled Jessica's feet
As a slave to that ubiquitous beat
Visions of the big screen danced in her head
'In a matter of time' she said
Jessie never got her Hollywood role
And the pogo nights have taken there toll
She can do the monkey off o' the cuff
But her mind had a missing link

Am I in sync?
Paint a picture on a subway train
Carve my name in a video game
Am I in sync?
Out looking for the camera crews
Sell my soul for a second on the evening news
Am I in sync?
Live 'til the bubble pops
Hold my breath when the big one drops
Am I in sync?
Immortality is what I'm buying
But I'd rather be immortal by not dying

Laboratory rats made Roger a fink
And the laws of science drove him to drink
Working for the taste of public acclaim
And a cure that bore his name
Nobel prizes would have been nice
But he lost his mind to renegade mice
Roger traded dreams of 'Man of the Year'
For an understanding shrink

Am I in sync?
Paint a picture on a subway train
Carve my name in a video game
Am I in sync?
Out looking for the camera crews
Sell my soul for a second on the evening news
Am I in sync?
Live 'til the bubble pops
Hold my breath when the big one drops
Am I in sync?
Immortality is what I'm buying
But I'd rather be immortal by not dying


Standing In Line - Steve Taylor & The Perfect Foil

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