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Riot Fest
by Gary E. Andrews - 06/21/26 10:51 PM
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Hard-Fi
by Gary E. Andrews - 06/19/26 06:43 PM
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Mike, would love to hear your thoughts on this song. I'm not a songwriter looking to pitch songs, but an aspiring artist, planning to write and record my own album of original, distinctive songs of a high artistic value and hopefully some commercial appeal. So, as I have lofty ambition, feel free to rip into any aspect of the song! Thanks Lucian. http://soundclick.com/share?songid=7334219Shepherd With No Sheep - Words & Music Copyright(c) 2009 Lucian Shepherd I saw a sign once, written in the clouds and I ran towards it, and pastures green I found But there was nothing, nothing there but sheep Grazing with rest. I don't belong with the meek A met a man once, he posed a profound question And told me secrets of the lost soul's ending "Find the answer and you will be set free Don't stop running, don't look back, the truth is there to seek" I strung up Jesus in my guitar And I sang a song of blasphemy for a hundred bars The B string snapped, my fingers bled as I made my final plea Take this poison from my soul and it is yours keep, Or else leave me alone, a shepherd with no sheep I wrote my own rules carved on sleeping tablets I tried to smash them with a dogwood mallet But they flow through me, to them my soul belongs Can you free a slave who's got nowhere to run? I strung up Jesus in my guitar And I sang a song of blasphemy for a hundred bars The B string snapped my fingers bled as I made my final plea Take this poison from my soul and it is yours keep, Or leave me alone, a shepherd with no sheep The question has no answer there's nothing left to seek
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