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Eine Acoustic Ballade mit einem tiefsinnigen Text den für uns unsere gute Freundin und Kollegin Gill Whitehurst(Morgenblume) geschrieben.Thank you very much,Gill,for the great Lyrics.We love you!!!
(c)2007 by Young Remained & Gill Whitehurst
Words by Gill Whitehurst
Music by Marijan P. Horvat
Marijan: Acoustic Guitars and VST Instruments,Production and Mixing
Heydline: Leadvocals
(c)2007 by Young Remained & Gill Whitehurst
Words by Gill Whitehurst
Music by Marijan P. Horvat
Marijan: Acoustic Guitars and VST Instruments,Production and Mixing
Heydline: Leadvocals
Song of a Peaceful Man
Lyrics by Gill Whitehurst
Verse 1
I don,t know about you
but feeling what I see
Its hard to just go on
as if we,re really free
Inside a tired machine
people bend and break
and then the earth we used to love
seems just there for the take
Verse 2
Looks like every fight against
strenthens what it opposed
We,re locked in "no return"
and soon the last door,s closed
I,m a peaceful sort of man
I love my life and choice
But I,ll say this while I can
while we still have a voice
Chorus
When there,s no more wood to carve
we,ve lost the final clue
There,ll be no real living left
for anyone to do
Soon the air may stifle us
Like we have choked the land
Time for us to question now
Those who told us where we stand
Bridge
Money talks to Money
Power phones a friend
Children ask the question
"what is it that they spend?"
Chorus
When there,s no more wood to carve
we,ve lost the final clue
There,ll be no real living left
for anyone to do
Soon the air may stifle us
Like we have choked the land
Time for us to question now
Those who told us where we stand
Deaf to cries of anguish
Immune to all this pain
Just laughter, from a deity insane
Lyrics by Gill Whitehurst
Verse 1
I don,t know about you
but feeling what I see
Its hard to just go on
as if we,re really free
Inside a tired machine
people bend and break
and then the earth we used to love
seems just there for the take
Verse 2
Looks like every fight against
strenthens what it opposed
We,re locked in "no return"
and soon the last door,s closed
I,m a peaceful sort of man
I love my life and choice
But I,ll say this while I can
while we still have a voice
Chorus
When there,s no more wood to carve
we,ve lost the final clue
There,ll be no real living left
for anyone to do
Soon the air may stifle us
Like we have choked the land
Time for us to question now
Those who told us where we stand
Bridge
Money talks to Money
Power phones a friend
Children ask the question
"what is it that they spend?"
Chorus
When there,s no more wood to carve
we,ve lost the final clue
There,ll be no real living left
for anyone to do
Soon the air may stifle us
Like we have choked the land
Time for us to question now
Those who told us where we stand
Deaf to cries of anguish
Immune to all this pain
Just laughter, from a deity insane
