Night after night I'm always working so much harder
than all these other artists who only do it for the industry
Filling up on glory and fame and fortune, it's bullshit
You're pushing a product, forgotten what it means to write a melody
Music is the very root of my soul, home away from home
It's all I've ever known, but it makes me sick
When I flip on the radio, another dumb ass song about how many girls you fucked at a party or how many telephones you have ringing off the hook because you have so many friends
And how much money you spent at the club on drinks last weekend
I'm tired of all this lame ass fuzz being plugged into our heads
Dr. Suess probably could've wrote better rhymes than half this shit when he was ten
But there are those who still write with heart
And it's because of you I keep my pen hand strong
It's totally possible to change the world with a single song
So why not put all of your sweat and blood into every one
And get a little soul back into mainstream art
Too many times I put an album in to listen to and the only thing I notice
is that no track sounds much different than the rest
Most are just subpar at best, seems to me like they built a nest out of one or two hits, the other ten piss, so they don't miss dates set by executives
Who probably won't be listening to them anyways
So who gives a fuck what they might have to say? I don't
They only care about you getting them paid
And wouldn't know a thing of greatness if it came up and spit in their face
But there are those who still write with heart
And it's because of you I keep my pen hand strong
It's totally possible to change the world with a single song
So why not put all of your sweat and blood into every one
And get a little soul back into mainstream art
There's nothing better to me than sitting and sipping some coffee
On an early evening at a neighboring tea house
Watching some kid I don't know, at what I'd call barely a show
But he pours his heart and soul into every note he plays and every word he sings
People coming and going without even showing and interest to what his name is
But he isn't fazed at all, his eyes are closed, and he's standing twelve feet tall
I can feel the energy flowing and molding the room as he carols the songs he once wrote
If only every artist was in it for the craft, and not just the cash, the ass, or the stash
Spent a little more time on their rhymes instead of pushing up singles and hoping to make them songs dimes
credits
from A Town Called Hope,
released January 22, 2014
Main vocals and acoustic guitar: Bradley Duer
Engineering/producing/mixing/mastering: Trevor Clark
Female vocals: Lexi Pifer
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