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SOMEDAY



I would love to sing “happy songs”,

but i write about the stuff around me.

It’s hard enough to tell it like it is,

and it’s hard to talk about what you can’t see.

Don’t know if I could if things went well,

sometimes i think i get strength from misery.

Maybe i’ll rise renewed from the ashes,

it must be like Samson’s hair to me.



Askin’ me to start singing and talking

‘bout warm & sunny days.

It won’t be half as convincing

when you’re caught between a rock and a hard place.

I don’t feel like building a house of cards

when i know a big storm’s ahead.

For those livin’ way up there,

lookin’ down it’s easily said



“Come and give us a little song and dance”,

please why don’t you just give it a rest?

Won’t feel good to try and sell that play,

like a vegetarian butcher saying his meat is the best.

So here is what i’ll do for you,

i’ll bring a song with a happy melody.

But nonetheless the words and stories

are so much more important to me.



If for some this music is too honest, real or too depressing,



check out my band



myspace.com/theundergroundconnectionmusic



"i guess some emotions are better to be sung out loud"



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