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Intro
01:18
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I'm not a savior,
And I'm not a saint,
The man with the answers,
I certainly ain't,
I wouldn't tell you,
What's right or what's wrong,
I'm just a singer of songs. -Johnny Cash
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Haterade
03:16
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Hatred's an easy monster to feed
Even disguised as tough love
We've built this division among friend and acquaintance
and accept it as the social norm
shun the non-believer, the liberal ,
the gay guy, republican, tea party,
muslim, transgender,
we are disgusted by your simple existence
if you don’t think like me then you’re wrong you are lower than scum
The only voice you hear is your own
and it shows
Your fragile ego behind shuttered windows
If only we practiced the love that we preach
If only we were the example we teach
If you won't live out the words that you speak
I'm begging you to just shut up
You're adding to the damage
In no way advancing the message you're meant to send
Fill our hearts with love again
Return to what we once had been
Til we are bursting at the
seems like we only do right when convenient
It's killing the message we should be sending
And I've had enough of your blatant pretending
That you don't need the same grace and compassion
As those who you judge and condemn
My God never taught me to hate you!
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Bass And Bells
04:28
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It's a cold October morning I'm sitting
Watching my breath rise and fade
We're all put here for a purpose
Each of us wonderfully made
I don't pretend to know exactly what my purpose is but I tell you this
If I can make even a small difference it's all worth it
Because we are all just ghosts
Our lives as short lived as those quickly disappearing puffs of breath
It's all in how we choose to use our ever shortening time before death that determines the legacy left
Chorus
I am a ghost, I'm throwing my words to the wind
And I hear the notes
They're fanning the embers within
Could you have known?
The impact you'd leave in the end
I am a ghost, I am the musical dead
We've all heard how the smallest spark can start the greatest fire I've said it before, but
It takes a bit of encouragement to fuel the inferno. While you might be content to smolder I want to see you rage with passion for life, let me see fire in your eyes
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Transparency
04:23
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I see your lips moving
But I don't hear a word you speak
I'm accustomed to this existence
But it hasn't always been this way
My mother told me when I was young
Son if you really want to know a man watch the things he's done
The blind man hears the words you say
And the deaf man sees the things you do
But do they know the same man
Or are they both just being fooled
if we don’t have integrity
then what else do we have
a building with poor structure
simply wil not stand
I’ve spent my years listening
trying to hear an honest face
sometimes the hand that thieves
speaks with a mouth full of grace
and i’ve set out each day
with full faith in the human race
but each day i’m reminded
of just how far we are from perfect
my mother told me when i was very young
son you can never really know a man solely by the words he's spun
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Breed (Nirvana)
03:09
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You're wearing your fear on your face like warpaint
You don't really want to be here do you
But nobody would inform you of the fate
Of pushing yourself past the boundaries
So here we are play the notes sing the songs we create
Nobody is gonna do this for you
You're not really content just living your life
Are you ever gonna break out of that shell
Chorus:
A thought doesn't matter unless you write a song
I've a hundred of them floating around but they all just come out wrong
Never looked at a thesaurus or tried hyperbole
A rattled bird in a cage is all that you see when you look at me
not sure if I can express sit down and take a breath
you write a song and decide where the story begins and ends
Been holding out for something else
A moment that will never come
Fear of myself
Fear of the thought that I have nothing left to give
I've given up on giving up
I've thrown my hat into the ring
It's not a challenge if you're not afraid of failing.
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