The second single from the Scott Benson Band's self-titled album featuring Ursa Maja. *NOW AVAILABLE ON ITUNES* Scott Benson Band: www.scottbensonband.com http Ursa Maja: www.facebook.com Lyrics by Ursa Maja: The last of a dyin' breed of composers Doin' what we can to maintain our composure Not an easy task with the world on our shoulders But we march forward; we're just good soldiers In the trenches, there we are writin' ballads Blood, sweat, tears, raw adrenaline and talents Yeah, it's tricky but somehow we find a balance Better that our hands than our hearts become caloused The music of the spheres brings the soul to tears As the sound waves wash away the worst of fears And drown out the bitterness of wasted years Now what remains is a picture so vivid and clear That you can't help but stop for a moment and and appraise it Those who went before us set the bar but we'll raise it Worth its weight in gold but since we have yet to weigh it Then, for now, your attention can be! a down-payment A canvas primed / That's what your mind is Be careful who and what you decide will design it Television? I call it teleblindness Painting lines on the insides of the iris A modern malady distorting what's reality A breeding ground for birthing falsehood and fallacy But the real tragedy is people livin' passively Mistaking happiness for a white-collar salary Please, don't let the figures distract you Rather, allow true value to impact you It's high time you opened your eyes up / In fact ...
0 comments: