Name: The Herd
Duration: 3 min 11 s
Channel: Eric Randall
Description: My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge. Hosea:4:6a So foolish was I, and ignorant: I was as a beast before thee. Psalms:73:22

The Herd

Praise His Ways

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My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge. Hosea:4:6a So foolish was I, and ignorant: I was as a beast before thee. Psalms:73:22

praise his ways

Praise His Ways

My thoughts are not your thoughts nor are your ways my ways says the LORD. As the heavens are higher than the earth so are my ways higher than yours. Isa: 55:9

"Many, O LORD my God, are your wonderful works which you have done, and your thoughts which are towards us: they cannot be counted up in order to you: if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered." Psalms:40:5 This is what my music is all about.

Song Info

Genre

Alternative • Alt Power Pop

Charts

#1,735 today Peak #1

#109 in subgenre Peak #1

Author

Eric Randall

Rights

2019

Uploaded

July 22, 2019

Track Files

MP3

MP3 4.7 MB • 205 kbps • 3:11

Story behind the song

Another one of my early songs dealing with the destructive force of peer pressure and choosing to remain ignorant.

Lyrics

Engaged in savage battle is a herd of stranded cattle
And a king upon the saddle like a snake without a rattle
Hes madness with a gun and doesnt stop for anyone
Never ponders whats been done cause all that matters is who won

Were livin in a slaughterhouse we run through mazes like a mouse
Everywhere another fence its all because weve got no sense
And if you dont get on the stick youre gonna meet your maker quick
The road you walk is yours to pick but only if you know the trick

Now Im not puttin no one down Im askin you to look around
That you might see what I have found and get your head up off the ground
Listen to the distant sound thats callin you to where youre bound
You better get your thoughts unwound theyll sell your body by the pound

Were livin in a slaughterhouse we run through mazes like a mouse
Everywhere another fence its all because weve got no sense
And if you dont get on the stick youre gonna meet your maker quick
The road you walk is yours to pick but only if you know the trick

We wont have another chance to get from underneath the stance
Of those who watch our every breath from when were born until our death
So if youre thinkin; whats the word? Remember that youre in the herd
And go ahead call me absurd for tryin to help a grounded bird

Were livin in a slaughterhouse we run through mazes like a mouse
Everywhere another fence its all because weve got no sense
And if you dont get on the stick youre gonna meet your maker quick
The road you walk is yours to pick but only if you know the trick

Engaged in savage battle is a herd of stranded cattle
And a king upon the saddle like a snake without a rattle
Hes madness with a gun and doesnt stop for anyone
Never ponders whats been done cause all that matters is who won

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