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Asking Too Much?

(Marty Lowman)
Marty Lowman

Asking Too Much is a song that I consider a gift.  Once in a while a songwriter might experience something like this.  Most songs require work - starting with an idea, a phrase, a musical riff and building from there sometimes over quite a period of time.  Then there's the revision process.  Askin Too Much wasn't like that.  I had spent a long day in the studio recording something else and honestly I can't remember what it was I was working on.  About 8:00 pm I came in the house - I was tired and hungry - and while dinner was on the stove I picked up the guitar and the lyrics just poured out of me.  It was all on paper within fifteen minutes.  It did undergo three different arrangements before it evolved to its current form, and sometimes when I perform it live, some elements of previous arrangements will work their way back in.

This song doesn't require an interpretation of the lyrics - they are very plain and direct.  Asking Too Much was the first song that I had written that really broached the social justice theme on a global level.  If I don't play this when I play live, I feel like I'm short-changing my listeners.  Yeah, it's long, maybe too long, but it there's a lot of emotion packed into this song - I need that long guitar solo at the end to be able to get all that emotion out.

Asking Too Much ©Words & Music by Marty Lowman 2008

Asking Too Much A voice cuts through the grey mist morn and fills my soul with chills Another son is lost a mother's heart is torn somewhere in the hills

The sun will rise amidst the cries as the cycle spins again

The moon will set between the thighs of the land that ruled by men

When will we ever learn that peace cannot begin

While we refuse to curb the war that lies within Am I asking too much of mankind

She shakes with sobs, no tears can flow on skin like sun-baked mud

She dies of thirst, her hopes have burst, the parched land drink her blood

The whole world groans and loud the moans from the iron fist that rules The White House is casual, business as usual, kids pledge allegiance while in school

When will we ever learn that peace cannot begin

While we refuse to curb the greed that lies within

Am I asking too much of mankind

Mother Nature writhes and the cars they drive with a chokehold on the sky

The sun burns hot in a northern spot and what was polar ice flows by

The fuel still burns and the wheels still turn and gain momentum day by day

Kyoto dreams and the green man's schemes have just fallen by the way

When will we ever learn that peace cannot begin

While we refuse to curb the greed that lies within

Am I asking too much of mankind? Am I asking too much of my kind? My kind