High On The Wall by Chris Demkow published on 2012/04/26 21:48:29 +0000 This song was inspired by stories of how so many brave soilders are having trouble adjusting to life at home after participating in these many difficulty years of war. Many of them are actually reinlisting to go back to where they feel more comfortable. Sad really. This story/song reflects the change of one soilder from homesick and confused "newbie" to hardened, tired warrior... as he comes to the realization that, "he belongs here". ...All the instruments were written to be "characters" in the battle that rages around the subject! ...the delayed piano are cannons! ...the soaring guitars are bullets (slowed by the blur of lights)... the gritty guitar is actually meant to be stress building in his head. ...the "walking" piano is time passing steadily.... the drums are the march through the thick sand ...and the bass his heartbeat! This was interesting and very theroputic! More like writing a play than a song. Thanks for the listen... I'm really flattered by all this attention! ...When you come across someone in uniform (no matter your political or moral beliefs) ...please simply say "thank you". ...Personally, I can't imagine the sacrifice(s). Cheers everyone..."Here's to freedom and sleeping with our eyes closed"! "High On the Wall" Music and lyrics: Chris Demkow 04/2012 The winds blow High on the sand dunes Another fight... I don't understand A diamond haze The blur of the moonlight Am I brave enough... To make a stand? And though I've said it before "This is not my war" High on this wall I can see my mother Letters lost... Meant for home Is it safe enough... To get some sleep? Light the flares Enough to show... I belong here... With no where to go And though I've said all along... "This is not my war" High on this wall I can't see my future... anymore.