Ducking & Dodging

You've been ducking and dodging but you can't come home no more You've been ducking and dodging but you can't come home no more That key you've got won't fit this lock no more That key you've got won't fit this lock no more You've been ducking, dodging but you can't come home no more You've been ducking and dodging but you can't come home no more That key you've got won't let you in my door That key you've got won't let you in my door My eyes have seen the glory and The sound and image, synchronized Right there on the silver screen Heard the sounds suggesting Lineage of influence, yeah Saw it there in the motherland Straps and cables, steeples, stairways Wind away from origin In untrampled vintage floats the proof I cannot be freed The concert stage, the velvet cage The glass perimeter of me All my friends are disappearing All my letters are in codes All I ever think and feel In your shadow, it erodes Waiting, waiting by the silent phone I draft my next apology Burn my letters once they're read Unalloyed joint, I thrice repeat Unalloyed joint Unalloyed joint Listen to what I just heard It's written on the sun, jailbird And just like you The way it moves A thought that creeps in, grinning always In your hair And in your hallways Got detained in San Francisco On your way to get fresh air The U.S.A. didn't want you there Juggled oranges, but no one cared You've been ducking, dodging but you can't come home no more You've been ducking and dodging but you can't come home no more That key you've got won't fit that lock no more That key you've got won't fit that lock no more You've been ducking and dodging but you can't come home no more You've been ducking and dodging but you can't come home no more That key you've got won't fit that lock no more That key you've got won't fit that lock no more You've been ducking and dodging but you can't come home no more You've been ducking, dodging but you can't come home no more That key you've got won't won't let you in that door That key you've got won't fit that lock no more Lady Macbeth, rock me mama Like my back ain't got no bone Like clicks heard on the telephone Like a sudden unhinged moan That leaks out from your broken structure Like a wall of unbound stone They buried the eighth They buried the ninth They said the finale was a formal reply They buried the eighth They buried the ninth They said the finale was a formal reply They buried the eighth They buried the ninth Buried everything, I'm telling you guy Contest prizes, grand pianos Gagged by comfort, shamed by words Empty anthems, cloaked in strange for Stripes and bars, is it yours? Stripes and bars Stripes and bars Stripes and bars, and are you sure? Stripes and bars will lock you in Lock you in or camouflage you Feel the sun, but cannot walk to Hear the yelp, but cannot talk to Trembling, broken what you swore Were stripes and bars That's what they're for You've been ducking, dodging but you can't come home no more From singer-guitarist Andrew Savage: "He record itself is about restrictions, confinement and captivity versus freedom. So I was inspired by the Second Viennese School in particular (and) Schoenberg because he created the 12-tone music composition system. By way of limiting himself — and that system is a very severe limitation — he was able to create a whole new style of music and change the face of music for the rest of time. He found freedom through captivity in a way. 'Ducking & Dodging' is actually about Stalin and the KGB and the fear that they loomed over Soviet composers like Dmitri Shostakovich and Sergei Prokofiev. I'm speaking about what these songs are about for me, but what they're truly about is something a lot more general and broader. 'Ducking & Dodging' is about fear and feeling like you can't be yourself and that you don't even really have a home."