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Signing Einstein: Music

Voices

(Signing Einstein)
Nuccio (BMI) / Varco (ASCAP)

ABOUT THE SONG ====================================

 

An adoption gone bad?

 

We needed a story for the music. I had the chorus written for several years, but didn’t know what it meant. On the way to Vince’s one evening to work on the song, I heard a news story about a lawsuit where these adopted parents were suing the adoption agency for not disclosing the fact that their child, adopted as an infant, was the offspring of mentally ill parents. It seems that this young man, raised by his adopted parents, turned out to be a murderer. So who was to blame? I thought it was ridiculous, but was surprised to find so many people siding with the parents on this one.

 

This song was written from what I imagined to be the boy’s point of view in the interrogation room after his arrest; the troubled voices and questions of his childhood resurfacing in his head. The parents view is presented in the bridge. I have no idea if any of this is true, but it gave me enough to finally finish the song.

LYRICS=================================================

 

What the hell they want from me?

Endless interrogation.

I feel asleep inside this dream,

Though I’m wide awake.

 

Dig in deep, but you can’t clear my eyes.

I hear them speak just out of reach,

Their voice returns to haunt me.

 

(Help me, Mama)

Cause I don’t understand.

(Tell me, Papa)

Did I do something bad?

(“Oh, no”), say the voices in his head.

Heaven knows what’s in his mind.

 

I can’t remember,

But I can disagree.

Beyond the lens and glass,

They study me.

Tied up, locked down,

I won’t last a week.

When these old shadows follow me,

And voices held are set free.

 

(Help me, Mama)

Cause I don’t understand.

(Tell me, Papa)

Did I do something bad?

(Oh), Angels sing inside his head,

When demons rest inside his mind.

 

The kid is fine, they tell you so.

But they knew in time, that we would know.

Is it so hard to pick the sane?

And someone we can blame.

 

(Help me, Mama)

Cause I don’t understand.

(Tell me, Papa)

Did I do something bad?

(Oh, no), Satan’s voice is in his head.

Heaven knows what’s in his mind.