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Isn´t it weird how you always happen to find an answer when you question the world? kind of a sign, i don´t know.
Yesterday wasn´t the best of the days for me and after everything I kept questioning me why is it so hard to change and why we really think we need to have a huge change when something is not good? Like a completely new page. It seems a lot easier to start when you have no past. But we always tend to do things exactly the same.
Among my whys, whys, whys I ended up listening this song in some myspace page. Kinda comforting. and determinist. I guess, we just think to much about the consequences, what the other would think of us and we become prisoner in our own Consciousness. Let´s believe, love can come set us free:
AIN’T NO REASON – brett dennen
there ain’t no reasons things are this way
its how they’ve always been and they intend to stay
i can’t explain why we live this way
we do it everyday
preachers on the podiums speaking to saints
prophets on the sidewalks begging for change
old ladies laughing from the fire escape, cursing my name
i got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same
a window and a pigeon with a broken wing
you can spend your whole life working for something
just to have it taken away
people walk around pushing back their desks
wearing pay checks like necklaces and bracelets
talking ’bout nothing, not thinking about their
every little heart beat, every little breath
people walk a tight rope on a razor’s edge
carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons
it could be a bomb or a bullet or a pin
or a thought or a word or a sentence.
there ain’t no reasons things are this way
its how they’ve always been and they intend to stay
i don’t know why i say the things i say,
but i say them anyway.
but love will come set me free
love will come set me free
i do believe
love will come set me free
i know it will
love will come set me free
yes
prison walls still standing tall
some things never change at all
keep on building prisons,
gonna fill them all.
keep on building bombs
gonna drop them all
working your fingers bare to the bone
breaking your back, make you sell your soul
like a lung is filled with coal, suffocating slow
the wind blows wild and i may move
but politicians lie and i’m not fooled
you don’t need no reason or a 3 piece suit
to argue the truth
the air on my skin and the world under my toes
Slavery stitched into the fabric of my clothes
chaos and commotion wherever i go
love, i try to follow
but love will come set me free
love will come set me free
i do believe
love will come set me free
i know it will
love will come set me free
yes
there ain’t no reasons things are this way
its how they’ve always been and they intend to stay
i can’t explain why we live this way;
we do it everyday.
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