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Lyrics: “Behind Me” album |
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7) Another Day [4:55] And it’s on Another stressful day, I’ve got five more things jumpin’ in my way And nothin’ seems to be pannin’ out, as I find myself somewhat stranded down So blue That’s the way it is, not enough time to complete my biz Here to there it’s a frantic race, loose my breath with this hectic pace Though I Try with all my might, to relax but I’m so uptight With all these things that I’m tryin’ to be, not enough of me to try and live that dream And I Can’t seem to win, one more time here we go again My blood pressure, rising, so high
Chorus And I Said let it fade There’s another day Baby, take your time Try to slow your stride Try to slow your stride
Eight O’clock And I’m late again, boss for sure gonna have my skin Traffic jam holding me locked at bay, no better way here to start my day So I Freak way down inside, frustration this is no lie All I need is a little break, cut me some slack, now for heaven’s sake What gives? Just no way to live, dodging blows, throws cuts and digs Routine so dumb, why can’t it change? Easygoing way is all to strange And I Can’t seem to win, one more time here we go again My blood pressure, rising, so high
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Oh man, How can this be? Locked my door but forgot my keys Everything that you needs inside, your hands are tied and you want to die And you Baby right behind, gotta hear your grief like I need that jive Everythin’ is just crashin’ down and I’m drownin’ here just splashin’ round I quit! Enough of this shit, my brain won’t work my heart has split You people just won’t let me be, must be a better way now help me please And I Can’t seem to win, one more time here we go again My blood pressure, rising, so high
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8) Channel 5 [4:16] “No one can terrorize a whole nation, unless we are all his accomplices.” Edward R. Murrow, CBS TV newscaster, on McCarthyism. “I hear that melting-pot stuff a lot, and all I can say is that we haven’t melted.” Jesse L. Jackson, American civil rights leader, on Multiculturalism. “The media is power. Murrow used it to help bring down McCarthy. Now we need the media to assist us with bridging the world’s Eight Mile Road Moats. People, volunteer organizations, and businesses are doing there part. It’s time for the media to step up to the plate.” Jackie Blue, on the meaning of “Channel Five.”
Turn on the news Now man what’s the use The exploitation of death, misery and crime Four children died And you’ve got it live And all so that your ratings go sky high Lights, camera, action What’s our reaction Sell the world this drama that you find No thought for the families Or for the tragedies That tear them up so bad inside
Chorus Now can’t you see that People hurt Thoughtless lines on the screen Won’t you check your words If you could only Just sympathize You’ve got no love Fuck off Channel 5!
Turn on the news Now man what’s the use I’ve got enough problems as it is Cover this story There’s sure to be glory Lonely man jumps off of highway bridge I can’t understand How misfortunes hand Helps the cause that makes you so rich All the shit that you’re airing Negatives blaring Just makes people out here bitch!
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Turn on the news Now man what’s the use Reality is a division, black and white You lack to provide What we know inside Like Jesse says: “It’s still night” People resist And can’t you assist? Now bring the real issues to light The media is power Feelings is coward Check Murrow’s hour And do what’s right!
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No love at all You just want to read your screen Don’t you find that people bleed? Where’s your compassion? No satisfaction In other peoples jams That’s your only scam!
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