Not With a Bang

This is a BIG song about BIG things. I'm not sure exactly what those BIG things are though. I THINK the song is about man's inhumanity to man. At least that's what I based this musical interpretation on.

Or it could be about the Zombie Apocalypse, as fantastical and ridiculous as that is. There IS a zombie lyrical reference, though I assumed that to be allegorical.

Or the subject could be complete nonsense. It's certainly ambiguous. But whatever it is, it's BIG. REALLY BIG.

So...you decide and let me know. PLEASE! smile

THANK YOU, in advance.

R.W. Davis: Lyrics
Me: Music, arrangement, mix, master, vocals, harmonies, BGVs
AI: Not used. Sorry, HAL. Now, open the pod bay doors...

Style is _SUNDRY.STY (Sundry Heavy Symphonic Metal)
RealTracks in style: 2589:Bass, Electric, PunkFuzzPickedA-B Ev 165
RealTracks in style: 2459:Piano, Acoustic, Rhythm NewAgeFastOstinato Ev16 100 (used RT for a change, as the arpeggios sound just fine to my ears)
RealTracks in style: 3539:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm MetalCinematicLowTuneSteadyDarin Ev16 110
RealTracks in style: 3540:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm MetalCinematicLowTuneChopDarin Ev16 110
RealTracks in style: 2507:String Quartet, Rhythm PopEvenChamber Ev 120 (MIDI transcript played with Cakewalk Studio Strings)
RealDrums in style:MetalEv^6-a:Snare, Toms , b:Snare, Bell Ride

Lyrics:

The world is turning like a bowling ball in the machine
Tumbling like the heavy cycle, trying to get us clean
Back and forth, our conversation’s feeling mighty strained
The zombie outbreak now is only partially contained

Solar radiation kicking up a notch or two
The sky at daybreak looking a peculiar shade of blue
The EM pulse and radiation, hard to put us down
Close the windows, lock the doors, let’s all hide underground

Peace, we’ve celebrated it
Piece by piece by piece
Dismantled humanity
The beast is released

The bag of chips is blowing down the street like a balloon
The children kick the can a bit but maybe it’s too soon
Burning tires, like signal fires when everyone’s afraid
Don’t give up, put the pin back in the hand grenade

The band parade marches on in silence like the night
A ghostly visage lumbering under the pale moonlight
A rocket flare might catch our eyes or leave us fighting hope
The Geiger counter clicks upon the fusion isotopes

Peace, we’ve celebrated it
Piece by piece by piece
Dismantled humanity
The beast is released

You’re sitting behind the desk
Barking orders all alone
And then you pick up the Red Phone
And you say Nobody’s Home!
Nobody’s Home!
Nobody’s Home!
Nobody’s Home!
Nobody's Home!

The army tank is stuck upon the marble entrance steps
Outside the tank the bodies are charred like charcoal briquettes
Inside they suffocated from all the poisonous gas
Others in the distance were somehow turned right into glass

The ones that lived were never safe and turned upon each other
And they all had a true self that they would soon discover
The days are long, the nights are longer, never seems to end
Breathe in for a moment as the dust settles on your skin

Peace, we’ve celebrated it
Piece by piece by piece
Dismantled humanity
The beast is released

Peace...

DC Ron
BiaB Audiophile
Presonus Studio One
ASUS I9-12900K DAW, 32 GB RAM
Presonus Faderport 16
Too many guitars (is that a thing?)