Friday, December 31

and we can be richer than industry as long as we know that there's things we don't really need

i saw willy mason  when he opened for sondre lerche in dallas on st. patricks day in 2007,
he was pretty great. every once in awhile this song oxygen gets stuck in my head for days, even if i haven't listened to it in a long time.
the words are so good. quality lyrics i tell ya

I wanna be better than oxygen,
so you can breathe when you're drowning and weak in the knees.
I wanna speak louder than ridilin,
for all the children who think they've got a disease.
I wanna be cooler than TV,
for all the kids that are wondering what they're going to be.

We can be stronger than bombs,
if you're singing along and you know that you really believe.
And we can be richer than industry,
as long as we know that theres things that we dont really need.
We can speak louder than ignorance,
cause we speak in silence every time our eyes meet.

On and On and On it goes,
the world it just keeps spinning.
Till Im dizzy, time to breathe,
So close my eyes and start again anew.

I wanna see through all the lies of society,
To the reality, happiness is at stake.
I wanna hold up my head with dignity,
pround of a life where to give means more than to take.
I wanna live beyond the modern mentality,
where paper is all that you really talk to create.

Do you remember the forgotten America,
Justice, equality, freedom to every race.
Just need to get past all the lie and hypocracy,
make-up and hair to the truth behind every face.
Then look around to all the people you see,
How many of them are happy and free?

I know it sounds like a dream,
but it's the only thing that can get me to sleep at night.
I know it's hard to believe,
but it's easy to see that something here isn't right.
I know the future looks dark,
but its there where the kids of today must carry the light.

On and on an on it goes,
the world it just keeps spinning.
Till I'm duzzy, time to breathe
So close my eyes and start again anew.

If I'm afraid to catch a dream,
Ill weave you baskets and float them down the river stream.
Each one i weave with words I speak,
to carry love to your relief.

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