Seven O’Clock - Live

Seven o'clock in the morning, got a message from above

Down under, an oasis where there are dreams still being born

And summer spoke to winter, relaying all encouraging words

And I was fully grateful, mutant messages were heard

Moved on from my despondency and left it in the bed

Do I leave it there still sleeping or maybe kill it, better yet?

For this is no time for depression or self-indulgent hesitance

This fucked-up situation calls for all hands, hands on deck

Oh-oh, freedom is as freedom does and freedom is a verb

They giveth and they taketh, and you fight to keep that what you've earned

They saw the destination, got so close before it turned

Swim sideways from this undertow and do not be deterred

Floodlight dreams go drifting past

All these lines we could've had

Distant love's floating above

Close these eyes, they've seen enough

Caught the butterfly, broke its wing and put it on display

Oh, stripped of all its beauty once it could not fly high away

Yeah, sitting by like a passer-by overdosed on gamma rays

Another God's creation destined to be thrown away

Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse, they forged the north and west

Then we had Sitting Bullshit as our sitting president

Yeah, talking to his mirror, what's he say, what's it say back?

A tragedy of errors, who'll be the last to have a laugh?

Oh, his - hard to admit

Throwing angry punches with nothing to hit

Luminous thoughts were once all he had

Fading lights, lost eloquence

There's still a fire in the engine room

Knows relief will be coming soon

Whoa-oh-ah

Much to be done

Carve a path for rivers rain

Much to be done

Oceans rising with the waves

Oh, held by these thoughts

They refuse to slip away

Oh, hangman in dreamland

About to call your name

Much to be done, much to be

Much to be done, much to be

Much to be done, much to be

Much to be done

And this here number was written by one of my great, great friends

Oh, he just happens to be one of the best bass-bass players in the world

Mr. Jeff Ament