Glenn Hughes: God of Money
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Welcome to the land of
love, blood, milk and honey
I will begin with the four words; love, blood, milk
and honey. Now I'll paraphrase; milk and honey, and as
such, considered it to be 'zealously overused.' Love, I
would consider it as palatably associated with milk and
honey, jointly or separately, and stands alone on its own
merits. Blood, on the other hand, is the odd one out. Not
applicable on the average scale to the other words. With
that said;
Blood
it's the tune that looms its commune.
You wanna get saved
and we won't have pity for you
The line is highly subjective and could be arguably
an objective yet the words are emotionally fragmented.
yourself on the vine
sure ain't funny
Sellin' yourself/./period, it depends who's buyin',
and if there be a vine, be certain there's no noose
at the end; vines attract monkey business.
I know what your crave and
the things that you would do
The rest aligns closely with that Chartreuse paper
thing. The one they call, 'legal tender,' why? Did
that overpriced restaurant burn my steak illegally?
If it's all you're waiting for
It's all behind the door
You have to erase your fear
It come and it go
And you will disappear
Now you're down below
Don't bow down on the ground
to the God of money
Do you want to put yourself on
the mound of sure fire greed
Don't bow down on the ground
to the God of money
You don't understand that you get,
you get what you need
Glenn Hughes is informing fellow artisans that the
road is paved in gold one will have to break sweat
because the journey that Legal Tender is going to
be made is beyond the studio doors, and a slew
of Live Performances are going to be made in the
shadows beyond the studio, be a travelin band and
making with the jingle--the pocket sort of jingling.
Welcome to th? land of gold,
it lies on the table
Ain't it a justifi?d thing
that it's looking at you
Gonna burn gasoline,
going to fly, fly if you're able
Ain't it a magical thing,
now what you gonna do?
If it's all you're waiting for
It's all behind the door
There is a unique art in repetitiveness, where it is
easily mistaken, or, misconstrued as an artist's way
of painting or emphasizing a certain point of a song
about the way life is, when in fact, it is about the
woes of the music industry in general. This is, Glenn
Hughes, views of the music industry, when you're
behind closed doors, in a lighted studio, and tapes
spinning on walls, and just before you sound off your
first note, Mr. Legal Tender, waltzes in, and there are
dotted lines left and write, and of course, Glenn gets
the part of the contract that's unreadable. Glenn is
informing other artists to prepare themselves for a
possible disappointment sort of journey.
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