How Is It (We Are Here)
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"A Question of Balance" marks a change in the mood of Michael Pinder's songs, perhaps reflecting his increasing discontent with being a Moody Blue. Beginning with "How is it (We are Here)", his previous songs of meditative spiritual yearning begin to give way to testy pessimism. Pinder gives a straightforward commentary on the world's condition without sorrow, humor, or any attempt at poetry. The song is very pedestrian, saved only by a superb instrumental passage with Justin's stinging guitar accompanying some nice mellotron strains from Michael. | Bruce Beatlefan | November 5, 2011 |
Lyrics
How is it we are here, on this path we walk,
In this world of pointless fear, filled with empty talk,
Descending from the apes as scientist-priests all think,
Will they save us in the end, we're trembling on the brink.
Men's mighty mine-machines digging in the ground,
Stealing rare minerals where they can be found.
Concrete caves with iron doors, bury it again,
While a starving frightened world fills the sea with grain.
Her love is like a fire burning inside,
Her love is so much higher it can't be denied,
She sends us her glory, it's always been there,
Her love's all around us, it's there for you and me to share.
Men's mighty mine-machines digging in the ground,
Stealing rare minerals where they can be found.
Concrete caves with iron doors, bury it again,
While a starving frightened world fills the sea with grain.
How is it we are here
How is it we are here
How is it we are here
In this world of pointless fear, filled with empty talk,
Descending from the apes as scientist-priests all think,
Will they save us in the end, we're trembling on the brink.
Men's mighty mine-machines digging in the ground,
Stealing rare minerals where they can be found.
Concrete caves with iron doors, bury it again,
While a starving frightened world fills the sea with grain.
Her love is like a fire burning inside,
Her love is so much higher it can't be denied,
She sends us her glory, it's always been there,
Her love's all around us, it's there for you and me to share.
Men's mighty mine-machines digging in the ground,
Stealing rare minerals where they can be found.
Concrete caves with iron doors, bury it again,
While a starving frightened world fills the sea with grain.
How is it we are here
How is it we are here
How is it we are here
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