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This could be considered what Tobin Mueller would call "shish kabob" music - chunks of music slapped together along a sequential skewer. But the chorus is the escape from all the crazy stuff going on with life, it's the escape i get when i look into my gal's eyes.
this song opens and closes with guitar solos that are almost a minute long each. so be warned!
this song opens and closes with guitar solos that are almost a minute long each. so be warned!
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Lyrics
IN MY TIME
©2005 Ray Kainz / MooShu Music
Even though we are the product of generations of spiritual gestation, revelation and education, exploration and exclamation, we still find ourselves at the crossroads at every moment of every day, looking ourselves in the mirror and asking – am I making things better, or am I making them worse?
I reap what I did not sew, therefore
I keep what I did not grow I know
There will be no more we can afford
Export tomorrow to another shore
If we stagnate our obligate
to consolidate our spirit fate
I got the feeling once we get back home
I doubt we’ll even want to be there.
TV’s filling me to capacity
Force feeding the news and negativity
Pop sound is found while you lose your soul
Suffocated by greed, and the need to control
Despite the plight that tempts us all
Here’s the news, Jack – I refuse to take a fall
In my time Sometimes I find
Your Love too beautiful to be divine
In my time No reasons no rhymes
for your Love, too beautiful to be just mine
In order for the universe to be aware of itself, we need to forget about ourselves. Despite the billions of years of evolving wisdom, sometimes humanity starts all over again from the beginning every single day. Every moment is that beginning. Every decision is a turn. Every action penetrates. Every word vibrates. Every thought radiates. And all is forever.
An American flag flies on the moon
but tomorrow is much much too soon
To soothe the cries of the hungry and oppressed
While you inflate the weight of your war chest
We can send a monkey into space
Tuck a tummy and replace a worn out face
What we really need’s a soul transfusion
Intuitive electromagnetic intrusion
I’m not sayin’ that I’m perfect or I’m right
I don’t see what some call black and white
if we pull together as a team
We can overthrow the revenue regime
No fear, no war, no hate no doubt
Peace and love and harmony throughout
And you, I could never be without
Never without you.
In my time Sometimes I find
Your Love too beautiful to leave behind
In my time No reasons no rhymes
for your Love, too beautiful to be just mine
©2005 Ray Kainz / MooShu Music
Even though we are the product of generations of spiritual gestation, revelation and education, exploration and exclamation, we still find ourselves at the crossroads at every moment of every day, looking ourselves in the mirror and asking – am I making things better, or am I making them worse?
I reap what I did not sew, therefore
I keep what I did not grow I know
There will be no more we can afford
Export tomorrow to another shore
If we stagnate our obligate
to consolidate our spirit fate
I got the feeling once we get back home
I doubt we’ll even want to be there.
TV’s filling me to capacity
Force feeding the news and negativity
Pop sound is found while you lose your soul
Suffocated by greed, and the need to control
Despite the plight that tempts us all
Here’s the news, Jack – I refuse to take a fall
In my time Sometimes I find
Your Love too beautiful to be divine
In my time No reasons no rhymes
for your Love, too beautiful to be just mine
In order for the universe to be aware of itself, we need to forget about ourselves. Despite the billions of years of evolving wisdom, sometimes humanity starts all over again from the beginning every single day. Every moment is that beginning. Every decision is a turn. Every action penetrates. Every word vibrates. Every thought radiates. And all is forever.
An American flag flies on the moon
but tomorrow is much much too soon
To soothe the cries of the hungry and oppressed
While you inflate the weight of your war chest
We can send a monkey into space
Tuck a tummy and replace a worn out face
What we really need’s a soul transfusion
Intuitive electromagnetic intrusion
I’m not sayin’ that I’m perfect or I’m right
I don’t see what some call black and white
if we pull together as a team
We can overthrow the revenue regime
No fear, no war, no hate no doubt
Peace and love and harmony throughout
And you, I could never be without
Never without you.
In my time Sometimes I find
Your Love too beautiful to leave behind
In my time No reasons no rhymes
for your Love, too beautiful to be just mine
TobinMueller
Very cool changes. Really like the guitar solos, the "In my
time" sections and the changes out of that; the music bed
under the talking is very nice, even tho the talking is
something I have a hard time embracing (I think it was the
delivery tho, not the content, which seemed less honest
than the rest of the really well performed vocals). The
funky punk hip hop style singing is full of energy, really
well done. I dig how the political-social rant (which got a
bit overwrought in my ears) dissolves into a personal
statement of love and relationship; a perfect way to use
shish kabob music. Another exiting, inventive, driving,
well paced track well wedding to the overall concept of the
lyrics. Extremely well performed and mixed. Great work.