Victory
Why a horse? Well, the subject of the song steps off her high one at one point, and this horse is climbing a mountain, so it’s got that going for it. I suppose at this point I should share my highly involved image selection methodology for this site. I go on flickr, I input the song title and filter by creative commons pictures (all of these pics are attributed with links back to the source page on flickr). If I don’t like what the title drags up, I pick a different line. Rinse and repeat. Because music is more fun with pictures.
Anyhow, this song is about a lot of things. The demo is somewhat rough and bear, but there’s a part of me that hears it as a prog rock anthem, just because that would be fun.
With one more left turn,
He broke my concentration,
Another 400 miles north,
Victory grows a quiet overtone,
Stepping down off of her high horse
She waits, for a thousand more yesterdays,
Plays with my hair, like I’m a still born child
He baits… forcing my reaction every
Time we start sparring just like now
I throw down my gauntlet, but they’re porcelain gloves
I offer an armistice but the bombs have been launched
We dance around half truths and offer our lives,
Only to come back to square one
Victory exhausts the best of our years,
Speeding through this lifetime, combusting again
Ending in a big bang or a quiet interpretation
Of a silent dance before the band packs their gear.
“Chorus”
She waits, for the right time to call the game,
Plays with the scores and relaxes her high horse
He takes… each chance to throw me,
Chances and offers to alter the source.