This is a video shot for SongCheck Live in 2007. Produced by Matt Russell and Andy Whitaker. Edited by Andy Whitaker. Cinematography by Benjamin Bernard and Andy Whitaker.
There ain't no reason things are this way It's how they've always been and they intend to stay I can't explain why we live this way We do it every day Preachers on the podiums speaking of saints Prophets on the sidewalk begging for change Old ladies laughing from the fire escape Cursing my name I got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same A window and a pigeon with a broken wing You could spend your whole life working for something Just to have it taken away People walk around pushing back their debts Wearing paychecks like necklaces and bracelets Talking about nothing, not thinking 'bout death Every little heartbeat, every little breath People walk a tight rope on a razor's edge Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons It could be a bomb, or a bullet or a pen Or thought, or a word or a sentence There ain't no reason things are this way It's how they always been and they intend to stay I don't know why I say the things I say But I say them anyway But love will come, set me free Love will come, set me free, I do believe Love will come, set me free, I know it will Love will come, set me free, yes Prison walls still standing tall Some things never change at all Keep on building prisons, gonna fill them all Keep on building bombs, gonna drop them all Working your fingers bare to the bone Breaking your back, make you sell your soul Like a lung, it's filled with cold Suffocating slow The wind blows wild and I may move The politicians lie and I am not fooled You don't need no razor or a three piece suit To argue the truth They air on my skin in the world under my toes Slavery stitched to the fabric of my clothes Chaos and commotion wherever I go Love I try to follow Love will come, set me free Love will come, set me free, I do believe Love will come, set me free, I know it will Love will come, set me free, yes There ain't no reason things are this way It's how they've always been and they intend to stay I can't explain why we live this way We do it every day
There ain't no reason things are this way
It's how they've always been and they intend to stay
I can't explain why we live this way
We do it every day
Preachers on the podiums speaking of saints
Prophets on the sidewalk begging for change
Old ladies laughing from the fire escape
Cursing my name
I got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same
A window and a pigeon with a broken wing
You could spend your whole life working for something
Just to have it taken away
People walk around pushing back their debts
Wearing paychecks like necklaces and bracelets
Talking about nothing, not thinking 'bout death
Every little heartbeat, every little breath
People walk a tight rope on a razor's edge
Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons
It could be a bomb, or a bullet or a pen
Or thought, or a word or a sentence
There ain't no reason things are this way
It's how they always been and they intend to stay
I don't know why I say the things I say
But I say them anyway
But love will come, set me free
Love will come, set me free, I do believe
Love will come, set me free, I know it will
Love will come, set me free, yes
Prison walls still standing tall
Some things never change at all
Keep on building prisons, gonna fill them all
Keep on building bombs, gonna drop them all
Working your fingers bare to the bone
Breaking your back, make you sell your soul
Like a lung, it's filled with cold
Suffocating slow
The wind blows wild and I may move
The politicians lie and I am not fooled
You don't need no razor or a three piece suit
To argue the truth
They air on my skin in the world under my toes
Slavery stitched to the fabric of my clothes
Chaos and commotion wherever I go
Love I try to follow
Love will come, set me free
Love will come, set me free, I do believe
Love will come, set me free, I know it will
Love will come, set me free, yes
There ain't no reason things are this way
It's how they've always been and they intend to stay
I can't explain why we live this way
We do it every day
stumbled upon this today, good jam much better with just him and that guitar. I wish he would lean towards blues. He would be good.
buy his album
How does one get the just audio version of this?
go on mp3 converter
It's a cool song but I wonder who wrote it? Obviously it wasn't him since gingers don't have souls.