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Shout at the Desert is a song for the lost - not just someone lost physically, but not exclusive of that, either. It's the call of the nearly extinct, of a kind so nearly extinct that their existence isn't even acknowledged, but with still a knowing that there are more of themselves out there - somewhere, if they could just be found. It's a song of the lost, but not of the hopeless.

It's also one of the songs where my electronica background shows up a little - not with synth, but in the layering and the musical building in the arrangement, and in the descent into the maelstrom in the second half of the song. Listen for the low rumble. Something deep and old _awakes_.

lyrics

Is there an answer to find in this knowing?
Is there a secret to know in my bones?
Is there a question that I have to answer?

How will we look if we can't even know?
How will we go if we can't find the way?
How can you study a question so empty and
How can you fly if you can't even stay?

I know how to get there
but I don't know where I'm going
Is there somebody out there who can
give me a sign?
I call to the heavens and
I shout at the deserts and
I howl in the forests
am I wasting my time?

How will we see what we can't comprehend?
How will we learn what we can't even say?
How can you think knowing none of the factors, and
how can you learn if you can't even play?

Bolting about from one thing to another
I scrape for a sample that I can't ever find
Digging deep for water
wherever there's cactus
I hide in the shadows where I shelter my pride

I know how to get there
but I don't know where I'm going
Is there somebody out there who can
give me a sign?
I call to the heavens and
I shout at the deserts and
I howl in the forests
am I wasting am I wasting am I wasting ... am I am I am I am I?!

Is there an answer to find in this knowing?
Is there a secret to know in my bones?
Is there a question that I have to answer?

How will we draw when we don't know what we're seeing and
how can we seek when we're so far astray?
How can we follow from this fraction of a story and
how can we belong knowing nothing of our way?

I know how to get there but
I don't know where I'm going is there
somebody out there helping stars to align?
I call to the heavens and
I shout at the deserts and
I howl in the forests
where the hell are my kind?!

Is there an answer to find in this knowing?
Is there a secret to know in my bones?

credits

from Dick Tracy Must Die, track released March 2, 2011

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We are one bunch of seriously pissed-off elves, writing the songs of the supervillains. Enjoy our rage-driven acoustic elfmetal, or our GeoIP-driven heat ray. It's up to you.

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