This is another song off my first album ("The Secret Kingdom") from back in 1985. I originally wrote it in November of 1984, and the lyrics reflected my new passion at that time for giving to the poor. This "passion" for giving to the poor was brought on by my love for John Michael Talbot's music, and my reading his biography in 1983. I thought so highly of him that, because he was a monk, I actually considered becoming a monk myself back then, before I finally realized that it was just a false humility I was exhibiting. In fact, it was really just a form of pride I had, based on how "humble" I could be! But that's where I was at the time, and there is still truth in the lyrics.
The music was somewhat inspired by Pink Floyd, although I strayed from that band's style when it came to the guitar solos at the end of the song. It was my first attempt at a guitar dual, and I probably overdid it by panning the guitars hard left and hard right, then having them pan back and forth again and again! I guess you could say the guitar solos were influenced by The Moody Blues and Led Zeppelin. (I bet you never thought you'd hear those two bands mentioned in the same breath!!)
There were a few songs on this album that I decided to have no bass guitar on, and replaced it instead with low end keyboard, and this was one of those songs. Once again, my friend Ken Toeller-- a fellow member of the "Party Of Erwin" from our High School days-- graciously agreed to play drums on this whole album, and he definitely added a lot to it, for which I will always be grateful to him. The distortion on my guitar was created with a "Rockman", which Tom Sholz of Boston invented. I loved the guitar sound, but it was a little noisy.
Jim Seekamp: All Vocals, Guitars, Keyboard
Ken Toeller: Drums
(By Jim Seekamp on November 20, 1984)
You tell me life's too short and we work too long
Not enough wine and not enough song
Not enough money because the president's wrong
Your bed's too hard and your drink's too strong
What about the rest of the world?
This very moment people are starving, children are homeless
What about them? What about them?
You tell me poverty's common; you won't do a thing
They are just peasants and you are a king
A poor man makes humself poor by his own fault
To society he's an insult
But it's eating away at your mind
As you try to find room in your heart to give to the helpless
To do your own part; do your own part
Recorded at Exodus Studio in Northbrook, IL in 1985
Engineer: Rick Simmons