The Eddison Address Lyrics & Chords By Million Dead

I have never taken for granted
The science behind sound
Where's the equation
Behind Hendrix
Sending his rumbles through the crowd?
Because music dwells not solely in the realm of
Cold, hard fact -
The 70's punk explosion and Stravinsky's riots
Attest to that
Yes, our art the great leveller
I've always felt
Unharnessed, not in the temples
But in the flood plains have we dwelt
Solomon's song a shadow
Without his voice and zither player
The apocalypse a sham
Without guitar, bass, drums and slayer
And what of this snare drum riccochet?
Does it have the same soundwave pattern
As the shot that killed JFK?
And what of these basslines
Like tsunami through the ocean
Or the shimmer of acoustica
That set the hippy kids in motion?
What of that?

My question remains unanswered
What of that?
Hanging, pensive, unanswered
What of that?

And what of this guitar?
An expression of defiance
Of a broken record:
The pervasion of science?
And what of my words
This luddite rallying call?
Have they little to teach us?
Maybe nothing at all
And what of these basslines
Like tsunami through the ocean
Or the shimmer of acoustica
That set the hippy kids in motion?
And what of this snare drum
Assassination reverberation?
The sound of an insurrection
Versus populist elation
Dearest Eddison
You cannot capture or subdue
Our oscillations
Without destroying what we do
Dearest Eddison
You cannot capture or subdue
Our oscillations
Without destroying what we do

Let's not forget
You hear this through the wax of irony
Yes, from city spires to underground
Hands on earpieces will never hold this down
Yes, from city spires to underground
Hands on earpieces will never hold this down
Dearest Eddison
You cannot capture or subdue
Our oscillations
Without destroying what we do, what we do, what we
Yeah, from city spires to underground
Hands on earpieces will never hold this down
Yes, from city spires to underground
Hands on earpieces will never
Hold this down