This one is a reverse chronological song about being tempted by the devil. Wait, is devil spelled with a capital “D?” I guess we’ll find out soon enough. Speaking of which, has anyone else noticed that the world has been getting a little wild? Though this song leans on poor decisions, today we encourage you to go out and make someone’s day. Please. And thank you.

Song

Discussion

STEVE: Welcome back, Chris!

CHRIS: So tired.

STEVE: How was Austin?

CHRIS: Awesome. Was there for SXSW interactive. But apparently that involves only sleeping for about four hours a night for a week. So, so tired. Brain no work.

STEVE: Well, welcome back, good not to be talking to myself this week. So far the only comment on last week’s song was that I may have a multi-personality issue. I am glad though that I have been able to catch up on my contributions to the project, as you had written most of the songs up until a couple of weeks ago!

CHRIS: You might still be talking to yourself. I’m barely here. The small amount of mental capacity I have is mostly devoted to preventing Rebecca Black from devouring what’s left of my brain.

STEVE: Rebecca Black? But I digress. As mentioned in the intro, this week’s number is a reverse chronological episode that asks just how much one might compromise their values in order to get the things they want.

CHRIS: It’s Friday? Friday. Gotta get down on Friday.

STEVE: This is one of the first times I have relied heavily on digital programming for much of the song content. I am starting to feel a little like the Black Eyed Peas. But hardly. In fact, everything but the guitar and the vocals are all programmed.

CHRIS: Kickin’ in the front seat, sitting in the back seat. But what happened to taking the bus? WHY DID SHE EVER EVEN PRETEND TO BE WAITING FOR A BUS?

STEVE: True. Also, I originally wrote this song with guitar as the focal instrument. I had visions this past week of switching that to keys, and the product is now pending your approval.

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STEVE: More and more, yes, this is becoming evident. Gonna be an interesting one to play live, but we will figure it out. So, I leave you now with the song, and ask: What would you do for that which you want?

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STEVE: Good night Chris.

CHRIS:

STEVE: And we’ve been Steve and Chris.

Lyrics

As I looked up at him my body went cold
And I felt escape the soul I had sold
I looked for the truth but the truth was above
And that was the last thing that I could think of
Up, up, eyes of grace
Up, up, forgive my disgrace
If I had known all the things that I see know
Down, down, down

Ten seconds before that I lunged for him
And as I did he disappeared with a grin
Instantly all became simple and plain
It hit me harder than I hit the train
Up, up, eyes of grace
Up, up, forgive my disgrace
If I had known all the things that I see know
Down, down, down
It was just before that when I met the man
He promised me riches and fortune and land
For putting my hand to the small of his back
For pushing him ahead of the train on the tracks
Up, up, eyes of grace
Up, up, forgive my disgrace
If I had known all the things that I see know
Down, down, down
What would you do for that which you want?
Would you feign affection, would you risk what you’ve got?
How much temptation needs dangle ahead,
For you to lose good and choose evil instead
Up, up, eyes of grace
Up, up, forgive my disgrace
If I had known all the things that I see know
Down, down, down

Credits

Chris Tindal: I love you, man
Steve Salt: Vocals, guitars, programmed organs and drums
Words and Music: Steve Salt
Illustration: Claire Salloum
Produced by Steve Salt and Chris Tindal