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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #294
Peak in subgenre #35
Author
Bradley Garfield Needham
Rights
2014 all rights reserved
Uploaded
July 08, 2014
Track Files
MP3
MP3 7.0 MB • 160 kbps • 6:07
Story behind the song
wrote this a long time ago now and after a little pressure did this version.
story behind the song: there is a muse i write about/of on occasion. i did that way back in the day too. an early version from back then is here at musicsite.biz ==> http://www.musicsite.biz/player2/index.php?plArtistID=649&plSongPassed=If%20i%20knew
Lyrics
started life as a poor boy
ain't nothing changed since then
got a little bit older
lost a few more friends
and its not that i'm complaining
i just never heard a call
some people want only the best things from life
me i don't want anything at all
it seems i'm always waiting
and avoiding that bottom line
more often than not it happens
cross their palms with dotted i's
maybe i'm just too simple
not really meant to understand
but more and more i realize
whatever happens fits someone's plans
but if i knew now
what i thought back when
we'd be at least friends
whatever happened to freedom
well i guess it grew up and got bored
i'm told there's more to life than anarchy
but what that is just no one's too sure
some people love their millions
some people love anything that crawls
sometimes its easier to walk away
than to ever love at all
but if i knew now
what i thought back when
we'd be at least friends
let the hours grow quiet
let the people bow their heads
let the dust of the centuries coagulate
those rivers of the bled
maybe there's an answer
maybe there's even a light
but i know i won't find it
neon bothers me at night
singled out from the masses
so emotionally disturbed
because someone thought of principles
and they had to learn the words
play for the power hungry
hell that's never been my style
those little dogs that sit and beg
may be cute but i'd rather be wild
but if i knew now
what i thought back when
we'd be at least friends
let the hours grow quiet
let the people bow their heads
let the dust of the centuries coagulate
all those rivers of the bled
maybe there's an answer
maybe there's even a light
but i know i won't find it
neon bothers me at night
started life as a poor boy
nothings changed since then
got a little bit older
lost a few more friends
and its not that i'm complaining
i just never heard a call
and it was always easier to walk away
than to acknowledge love at all
but if i knew now
what i thought back when
we'd be at least friends
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Bradley Garfield Needham
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