3. What We Are? 4:09 (Featured Track) (SINGLE RADIO EDIT)

3. What We Are? 4:09 (Featured Track) (SINGLE RADIO EDIT)

Genre: Americana / Blue Eye-Soul / AAA

All songs -Music & Lyrics Rich Krueger (RockinK Music®)
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What We Are

Now that your world has gone turned inside out
And everything you hold true is plagued with doubt,
If there’s still a place where life’s wrestled free from fear,
And there’s a God who loves us,
It ain’t here.

Look, you and I both know that mistakes were made
As the philosopher said even Emperors will,
But it was telling the Emperor what kings just don’t want to hear
That got the philosopher killed.

When speaking lies is safer than speaking true,
Listen friend. There’s something you can do

Take your broken wooden heart
Carve yourself a gypsy violin.
Make it laugh just like a mother’s crying.
Listen while it whispers that the world isn’t dying
And tomorrow‘s really not that far.
Remember,
Tomorrow’s what we are.

Get in my car. I’ll drive us down to Ancient Rome,
54 AD. Emperor Nero‘s at home.
At night in his garden, Christian torches* aglow,
He entertained the masses with fiddle and bow.

And like the late Spade Cooley, he kicked his wife to death.
He killed his brother and his mother, too. It’s true.
And before Rome knew what hit her, fires would grow.
Tell me, does this sound like anyone you already know?

Somewhere hope can’t hurt you, it only makes you strong.
Somewhere no one claims a thing’s right that’s just plain wrong.
Somewhere men know why we must walk awhile in another man’s shoes,
And that a lie is a lie, and not “fake news”.

The stones on your chest ain’t really new.
These fallen seas around can rise for me and for you.

Take your broken wooden heart
Carve yourself a gypsy violin.
Make it laugh just like a mother’s crying.
Listen while it whispers “The world isn’t dying”
And “Tomorrow‘s really not that far”.
Remember,
Tomorrow’s what we are.

February 2017

*What’s a ‘Christian Torch’, I hear you ask? First, take a Christian. Tie’em to the top of a long pole. Then douse him with pitch, and set him on fire. An unusual light.

rich krueger - piano, vocals
vence edmonds – drums
bill kavanagh – bass
scott daniel - fiddle
issac lyons - accordion & hammond b3
alan burroughs - electric rhythm & lead guitar
simbryt dortch, alan burroughs & michael scott - heavenly choir