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Vedder Tuesday Ⅶ: In Hiding

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Coming from the rich field of "artists with our own mood disorders" (quick shout-out to my homies Henry, Frédéric, and Edgar.  Boyeez!) is one of those startling bits of Vedder's poetry that I could get tattooed.  On the insides of my eyelids.

I shut and locked the front door; no way in or out
I turned and walked the hallway and pulled the curtains down
I knelt and emptied the mouth of every plug around
But nothing's sound
Nothing's sound

I stayed where my last step left me, ignored all my rounds
Soon I was seeing visions and cracks along the walls
They were upside down

I swallow my words to keep from lying
I swallow my face just to keep from biting
I swallowed my breath and went deep, I was diving. Diving.
I surfaced and all of my being was enlightened
Now I'm...

I'm in hiding
I'm in hiding!
I'm in hiding
I'm in hiding

It's been about three days now since I've been aground
No longer overwhelmed and it seems so simple now
It's funny when things change so much; it's all state of mind

I swallowed my words to keep from lying
I swallowed my face just to keep from biting
I swallowed my breath and went deep, I was diving. I was diving.
I surfaced and all of my being was enlightened
Now I'm...

I'm in hiding
I'm in hiding!
I'm in hiding
I'm in hiding
I'm in hiding
I'm in hiding!
I'm in hiding
I'm in hiding

One Response to Vedder Tuesday Ⅶ: In Hiding

  1. I don't like to seed these comments too much, but:

    1. Note one of his trademark brilliant uses of varying tense throughout the lyrics
    2. Dave (Site Brother) has promised me a recording of his singing this song.  He noted that the (heart-crippling) high note is near the top of his range now.  Have you lost Con Te Partiro, Dave?  What Is and What Should Never Be?  If so, could you hurry with this one?  Just thought I'd publish that laundry.
    3. To hit the high notes, I have to shift the song by an octave.  But then I can't hit the low notes ("locked the front door; no way"/"about three days now since I've").  Maybe -- just maybe -- someone could transpose it into a key that allowed me to hit both.  But ohfuckinghelltwooctaves.  Damn.  I used to be able to sing Queensrÿche's Someone Else? shifted an octave down, but I don't think I can any longer.  FWIW, Geoff Tate can't hit it either, now.  But Ed's like 45 or something and smokes kilos of Marlboro Reds, and can hit not only this high note but the B-below-fucking-Hades or whatever on Dylan's Masters of War.  So, again, ohfuckinghell.  My range is like the middle third of his.  So I just hope he doesn't stop.

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