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Let It Not Be Forgotten
Studio version of a great "slow-dance" blues song.
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Take charge
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About the song
MARK MIKEL:
This was a song we played live all the time.
Well before Sorghum Pudding was even a thought.
I think this version is nice but didn't quite
capture the excitement of the live versions.
This was a song we played live all the time.
Well before Sorghum Pudding was even a thought.
I think this version is nice but didn't quite
capture the excitement of the live versions.
Lyrics
Let it be a big mistake
A pointless pseudo-sham
Think about it anyway that you can
And mock every word that I've said to your face
Okay
But I was your work of art
And I was your motor heart
But I never took it farther than a day
Let choices be made
But let it not be forgotten this way
Let it make your darkened past
A background full of lies
Let it mean everything you despise
And taunt me so bad that I'm hiding in shame
Okay
But I was your ball and chain
And I played the fool again
But I got a little rattle-brained you could say
Let senses be praised
But let it not be forgotten this way
And I was your work of art
And I was your motor heart
But I never took it farther than a day
Let connections be frayed
But let it not be forgotten this way
A pointless pseudo-sham
Think about it anyway that you can
And mock every word that I've said to your face
Okay
But I was your work of art
And I was your motor heart
But I never took it farther than a day
Let choices be made
But let it not be forgotten this way
Let it make your darkened past
A background full of lies
Let it mean everything you despise
And taunt me so bad that I'm hiding in shame
Okay
But I was your ball and chain
And I played the fool again
But I got a little rattle-brained you could say
Let senses be praised
But let it not be forgotten this way
And I was your work of art
And I was your motor heart
But I never took it farther than a day
Let connections be frayed
But let it not be forgotten this way
