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Produced by Ric Albano
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Believe Written: September 12, 2006 Running Time: 4:19 |
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Lyrics So what's the point of quiet charity, If it won't get you the gig? They don't forgive irregularities Just because your heart is big And why leave home with an atlas stone, When a flask of pebbles might do? This quite excessive sense of diligence Offends my reasoned confidence in you… I do my best to view the world From deep behind these eyes I draw my energy from sources Not simply surmised But what's the point of simple clarity, In such a complex universe? Should we not strive towards more parity, By ripping out the contents of your purse? I steer my ship by ancient stars And hold the wind with poise I grasp at every passing wave In a quest to find pure joys Believe, believe Believe, believe So what's the point of quiet charity, If you don't bag some esteem? Complied reduction of this narrowly sliced time Just seems obscene And who would roam with an atlas stone, When there are so many sights to see? What’s the point of true contention, When the scientific evidence has been decreed? I beat my path with head held high And wisdom at my heels I don't pretend to know that this Is how we all should feel Believe, believe Believe, believe In a pinch and you're on the run, Will ye come undone? If it's a cinch just to follow the sun, Why then fear of this unusual one? |
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Produced by Ric Albano Engineered by Ric Albano & Bret Alexander Recorded starting on September 14, 2006 at Cygnus Wave Studios, Lower Swatara, PA Performers
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| Written by Ric Albano  © 2006 All Rights Reserved. |
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