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kind of a silly song i wrote up. always wanted to sing a song where i could yell a little bit. forgive the poor keyboarding, this is a work in progress. this will be the latest edition to my "album" which is called "behind every single dark cloud's face," which explains the artwork.
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Lyrics
Verse: i dont care what they say about the plight of man/if you're sipping on the air your'e doing all you can/i dont care if your hair really isnt gold/baby you could sing a song on the radio//Chorus:
i dont care what your mother stands for/i dont think she stole your brain/i dont care bout the books your reading//Verse: i dont care what you think god said to you/in the sky above my head i see nothing but blue/i dont care if the clouds hide the sun away/baby you could sing a song in the pouring rain//Chorus: i dont care bout the book youre writing/i dont care about your promise land/
your omniscience just is not enlightening///bridge...woooh!///Verse: I don't care if you drag your knuckles on the ground/straighten up your back you could stick around/i don't care if your wait for the crowd to show/baby you could sing a song still nobody will know//Chorus: The room is filled with crying preachers/surrounded by some science books/centuries of tired speeches.
i dont care what your mother stands for/i dont think she stole your brain/i dont care bout the books your reading//Verse: i dont care what you think god said to you/in the sky above my head i see nothing but blue/i dont care if the clouds hide the sun away/baby you could sing a song in the pouring rain//Chorus: i dont care bout the book youre writing/i dont care about your promise land/
your omniscience just is not enlightening///bridge...woooh!///Verse: I don't care if you drag your knuckles on the ground/straighten up your back you could stick around/i don't care if your wait for the crowd to show/baby you could sing a song still nobody will know//Chorus: The room is filled with crying preachers/surrounded by some science books/centuries of tired speeches.
mandolinquent
... and i love the casio bridge