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Nicodemos
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Truly it would be easier to pass a camel through the eye of A needle, than a rich man to enter into heaven.
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unique, 'truth rock,' promoting freedom and consciousness without condition.
FAM is family oriented, with the understanding that 'family' goes much further than 'blood relations.' The core members are the Hubbard family - a family of artists and musicians- but their friends and fellow artists are often included. Though some of the individual members have other bands/groups wiuth which they perform, FAM is primarily a studio band.
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Folk Rock
Charts
Peak #942
Peak in subgenre #69
Author
Terery Hubbard
Rights
2006 2008
Uploaded
May 15, 2008
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MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:40
Story behind the song
An online discussion about the disparity between the rich an the poor inspired the song.
Lyrics
No son of a rich man can give up his comfort To any child left standing alone. He calls on his dogs to “Clean up the rabble!” And stifle that seed ‘fore it’s grown. As he smiles in his wine o’er his sumptuous table, And he raises his glass to his fate, Does he know of the pain that his feast has begotten, as he praises his glorious state? No child of the wealthy lies dead in the gutter With their dogs of war rollin’ by. It was just his misfortune to be born with nothing When the bombs all fell from the sky. And the leaders of nations all gather together To give us a wonderful show. They speak with such beauty of their most sacred duty To tell us all of the lies we should know. Poor Nicodemos thought he loved the truth so, But when it came to his money he just could not let go. We all know that camel just won’t fit through the eye. The true tale has been told, but a fool will still try. When they come to find out there’ll be tears in the night, Not one thing they can buy will save them. They can run, they can hide, raise their fist to the sky, But no one can buy Gods’ mercy. If you think your money’s worth a poor mans’ love, Better get off your camel, and speak to the Dove. The time ain’t just comin’, it’s already here. But you sure can’t know that inside a fortress of fear, Made with blood and gold.
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