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23 was a bright year. A year of growth, a flood of words, a non stop flow of visceral cinematic images in a life played out under a golden dawn of quickening, and apocalypse within. These songs sprung forth that year, or are of character that left indelible marks on me that year, and I, them. Slainte.
lyrics
My Will Be Done
I remember what I said about the day I rest my head,
that it’s alright by me so take me away
ain’t gonna worry ain’t gonna cry about the day that I may die
that fight don’t get you free so take me today
my kind of living it gets real high, sometimes I just gets by
and sometimes I agree I forsake what I say
my testimony, my very breath, is no better after my death
so is life agony if we make what we pay
so on and on my will be done
a battle lost is a battle won
I’ll give the man a worthy look
and write the last page in the book
in the events, in what remains, in this condition, in what it gains
it gains only nothing, and nothing is free
why should we pay, why should we die, or live and never cry
our tears are a blessing, but laughter’s the key
chorus
I beg for power and beg again to rise above all other men
but who am I, look at me, you see I’m not the sun
I beg forgiveness, give with sight, i say I will, I say I might,
but is this light that I see the holy lonely one
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released March 23, 2013
Brent David Fraser - Vocals, Lyrics, Melodies, Acoustic Guitar
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