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I have an early incarnation of this song with the lyrics “you listen, you listen” which eventually turned into “Ulysses.” I have no idea why, my only explanation is that it was some voice from beyond telling me that I needed to name it that. I wrote the riff with Tim Bulkley’s drumming in mind, as a fan, it was a ploy to hear him play his beautiful fills in between the spaces of the chords.
Lyrics
She plays a game of charades with the rumors insideShe suffers in silence
suffers alone, alone is the worst part in this
stained glass night
and she slurs and she stirs up her tonic and gin
her face it grows violet
she picks up her phone
puts it on silent
and the room ignites
and the voice it says "Hey, Hey"
"Don't you miss me, it's Ulysses"
and I can relate to the words on a page of an
epic poem, trying to find my way
and "home's where the heart is" and it's a cliche
but what do you say when you're
homeless and heartless
and endless matches they burn
and they yearn for her flame
with sulfur and gunfights
she flickers alone
still holds a candle for the
one she knows ignites
There's a path in the dark
and you stumble and hide
you walk like a fool now
drunk in the park
hungover by midnight
and the moon she smiles
"and now I'm a name
that you'll erase
a missed call in your alcohol
at last call"
and page after page
scene after scene
and lines I'm too afraid to read between
but where's your heart?
