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Release Date: 3/99

Album: THE SCAPEGOAT FACTORY

Writer: ADAM MARSLAND

Audio:

Lyrics:

Arrogant and scared

Defiant and unprepared

Talk about strength to hide your weakness

Strike yourself deaf before you hear me speak this

 

Array your options there before you

Admire them and let destiny ignore you

Got your brass rings but you wonít grasp them

Got questions for yourself but you wonít ask them

 

Forever doomed to retrace the steps youíve run

Staring blind at the setting sun

No mountain could make you move

'Cos you've got something to prove

 

Cold anger for the dad who wasnít

Identify the why with the wrong becauses

Look down on the lesser souls over whom you towered

Because they wouldnít enter the corner where you cowered

 

You got a list of all the things that were denied you

Because your blessings couldnít fill the hole inside you

Talk about strength to hide your weakness

Strike me dumb before you hear me speak this

 

Forever doomed to retrace the steps youíve run

Staring blind at the setting sun

No mountain could make you move

'Cos you've got something to prove

Damn every wise man whoíd deceive you

I damn any fool whoíd believe you

Nothing could make you move

Not while there's something to prove

 

Welcome to the world

Bigger than you'd imagined

You see it as a great big wall to crash in

 

Behold a car, a job

Things to make you great

You can show this off

And still be pissed off at your fate

Because you'll never enter the land

Where the happy and free go

You can't get there

And hang onto your ego

Musicians:

Adam - vocals, piano
Robbie Rist
- electric guitar
Robert Ramos - bass
Kurt Medlin - drums, percussion
Adam, Phil Rosenthal, Steve Stanley, Lisa Mychols, Robbie Rist - backing vocals

Adam sez:

The last in the trilogy of SCAPEGOAT FACTORY songs to deal with the breakup of the Adam-Rob-James lineup of the band and my divorce-like feelings about Rob Cassell, it's at once more compassionate and probably less effective than the two that preceded it, with lyrics about the fear and insecurity that underly bad behavior, told from the perspective of someone that's known you for a long, long time.

At around six minutes of jazzy piano, reminiscent of mid '70s Elton John and Dennis Wilson's PACIFIC OCEAN BLUE album, this song is probably a little much (and the "hang on to your ego" punchline is truly wince-worthy), but it did give the band an opportunity to stretch out and try something new. Ironically, the Dennis Wilson "Baby Blue"-like guitar opening is Robbie Rist's invention, who had never heard the song, another case of sounding like the Beach Boys without really trying to.

Cutting the piano track drove me up the wall...I hadn't been playing much and Earle's baby grand had such stiff action that I wound up banging my head on the keys in frustration at the initial recording session because I could not get the end of the song right. If the piano at the end sounds overly forceful, well, that's the reason.

The background vocal session was similarly problematic -- I'd convened six people to record a massive vocal I'd arranged, but it turned out that there were too many people with overlapping ranges and whose voices didn't blend, plus I was the only one who could do the high part, and not having sung solo falsetto much up to that point, I made everyone else sound flat (I've since learned I sound a lot better in the lower range of a harmony stack). In the end, I wound up replacing most of the vocals and singing all the parts myself.

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