Behind the Song
When I began writing this song, I had a very different idea in mind. I started off with the line “Don’t go picking petty fights / with you people you call friends.” I was going to sing about how easy it is to get angry at the people we love and admire — particularly heroes — when they fail to live up to our lofty expectations.
I’ve felt that way about people I admire. I get all jazzed about a set of ideas they propound …. then I find something I don’t like so much … feel disillusioned … and finally, stew in my piquant juices of anger and judgment. So I thought I’d write a song to myself about it.
But I couldn’t get the song to gel. And as I filled my song journal with different versions, I scribbled down “release your grip / on your painted sword.” Interesting. That led to the image of “armor” — i.e. emotional armor — that we grow in order to protect us from getting hurt.
So I reworked the song top-to-bottom with that idea in mind.
Plus, now I have a song that mentions a sword, armor, and a castle. My ten-year-old self approves.
Lyrics
You forged a suit of armor when you were just a child. It kept you safe from the devils in the wild. But now you're at the castle, you've reached your journey's end. But with that visor down, you can't tell foe from friend. Release your sword let it clatter to the ground there's no enemies around you're safe and sound. Strip the armor from your chest you won't need it anymore if you wanna fit through that door that takes you to the prize. You say they're out to get you, that I am just naive, seeing fairies in my land of make-believe. But I'm not saying there's no monsters, I'm not saying there's no pain. I'm saying you can find companions in the rain. Release your sword let it clatter to the ground there's no enemies around you're safe and sound. Strip the armor from your chest you won't need it anymore if you wanna fit through that door that takes you to the prize. Let me drop the other shoe: your love will leave you blue; sometimes you'll hurt so bad you'll swear you'll drown. But don't you know that it will pass? The dark skies never last. And when dawn comes you'll be glad you stuck around. Your steed can smell the stables, it's stomping for a rest. So drop the reins, and you'll complete your quest. There's music in the courtyard, dancing in the hall. The gate is open, there's no need to storm the wall. Release your sword let it clatter to the ground there's no enemies around you're safe and sound. Strip the armor from your chest you won't need it anymore if you wanna fit through that door that takes you to the prize.
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