Same Ole News is a reflective ballade about the turbulence we are suffering through in our own lives while the tiny heads on the TV try tell us what to think.
It is actually a upbeat song about the frustration we all have with the inadequacies in the world around us, but in the end we are all what we chose to be.
This was written in the studio on an acoustic guitar and the vocal is from that original session.
I have released a YouTube video and this is included on the EP Storm.
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Same Ole News
Angels breathe fire Children dance long before they walk
A world filled with desire and now the mechanical demons talk
I can’t get no higher but the pain just won’t leave
My preacher is a liar now my cop is a thief
While politicians turn traitor warriors are still dying in the street
The lost children’s faces just remind me of who I used to be
The haters are my brothers the lovers are my friends
They spend their time sitting around making so many useless endless battle plans
It’s the same old news on a different day
The world gone crazy sometimes too dark to see
Sometimes the dream gets lost in the fog and the drinks
Turns out you only see what you want it to be
One side is on fire the other may drown
It Might be time to stand me up somebody help me get me out of this town
Sister morphine in my dream don’t you know I need you now
Somebody wake me up somebody help me wake me up somehow
It’s the same ole story told a different way
A world gone crazy tiny heads right on the TV
Their words so cold and the children cry
Still our warriors are dying lying in the street
It’s the same ole world as when I was 16
Something told me you better run and I did not hesitate
Now I see that I am not alone there are so many like me
Trust me now you know your dream going to turn into a reality
It’s the same ole notes on a different day
A world gone crazy sometimes too dark to see
The childhood dream lost in the smoke and the trees
Turns out you are just who you pretended to be
Same Ole Notes
It’s the same old notes on a different day
The world gone crazy sometimes too dark to see
Your childhood dream, get lost in the smoke and the trees
It turns out you are just who you pretended to be
It’s the same old world as when I was 16
Something told me you better run and I did not hesitate
Now I see that I am not alone there are so many like me
Trust when I say you know your dream will fade into a reality
It’s the same old notes on a different day
The world gone crazy sometimes too dark to see
Sometimes the dream gets lost in the smoke and the trees
But it turns out you are just who you pretended to be
It’s the same old news on a different day
A world gone crazy sometimes too dark to see
Sometimes the dream gets lost in the fog and the drinks
It turns out you only see what you want it too be
It’s the same old story told a different way
A world gone crazy tiny heads right on the TV
Their words so cold and the children cry
And still our our warriors are dying lying in the street
It’s the same old world as when I was 16
Something told me you better run and I did not hesitate
Now I see that I am not alone there are so many like me
Trust me now you know your dream going to turn into a reality
It’s the same old notes on a different day
The world gone crazy sometimes too dark to see
Sometimes the dream lost in the smoke and the trees
Turns out you are just who you pretended to be
Why
Woke with a dream in the back of my head
About 50 years ago
A runaway band in a greyhound station
a misfit traveling show
No Destination couldn’t go home
No real place to go
Run away in the dead of the night
Begin a life out on the road
Why did I run
Why did I cry
No place to go
No wings to fly
Daddy’s back from a war
With those voices in his head
An Angry man filled with pride
A broken family man
Was it wrong the children ask
He keeps it inside
The kids just see the brutality
And then the angels cried
Why did he fight
Why did they die
No legs to run
And No wings to fly
Where do they go
When the church bells ring
Why they don’t laugh
Why they don’t sing no more
I ran out the door
I ran out the door
Why did they fight
Why did they fight
Why did they die
Why did they die
No legs to run
No Wings to fly
Where do they go
When the church bells ring
Why they don’t laugh
Why they don’t sing no more
No more they sing
Why did I run
Why did I fight
No place to go
No Wings to fly