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Changing Lives
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Blues Rock, Southern Swampy Rock, Punk Rock, Country Rock, Alternative, Christian Rock.
A Unique blend of streety, social, and political inspired lyrics and blues mixed with alternative punk and some acoustic. Band's leader Jeffrey Thomas Blanchard has remained defiant of trends in the past always sticking to his guns of blues, southern rock, and punk rock. A combination of outstanding engineering, recording, and brilliant songwriting and a wide vocal range. Where Jeffro is founded people come and go but he keeps on pushing for some reason.
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Genre
Blues Blues Rock
Charts
Peak #366
Peak in subgenre #151
Author
Indian Blood
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Jeffrey Thomas Blanchard
Uploaded
August 20, 2008
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MP3 4.5 MB 128 kbps 4:54
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Changing Lives I see myself and I’m changing my life again, I throw the bottle down, now I’m done with sin, But in a real sense I dig into my faith, Jehovah Jireh mojo cleans the stains, Dynamic quality the holy spectacles, Salvador Dali maid cleans the stains, Even then the smallest thorn draws a little blood, Even then the smallest thorn grows in the mud, I crave as newborn babes once did, Pure spiritual milk from the mother time, I put out my hands for the place of nails, I change my life but I can’t change my soul, I can point the finger at other people’s lives, But I can’t point the finger at other people’s souls, I snap my fingers then I’m a business man, I take a day off and I run to the woods again, Communion with the one who made me reborn again, The minnows eat the blood off my abscessed sores, Quality and Quantity of basic mystery, Journey of a milestone in anatomy, 10,000 blood cells, am I one of them? 10,000 blood cells, am I two of them? Now further ado, I’m the auditor, Can I put the rights in my case, I feel so abused in a fatal injury, And It circulates savagery, Mr. Scientology says he mends my mind, But can He fix my unbroken soul? Now homeless Ed, he lives in a shed again, $5,000.00 made him flip his lid again, It makes me wonder If I’m better without options, The only pictures matter are handshake captions, I see a pickled faced business man again, He’s got the answers got stable healthcare plans, He moves to Belgium, got fiancee visas, Shakespearing immigration, Asian women, They got submission , got a car made of rice man, It’s runs on some carbo- hydration, Some people wonder why I ever really wonder, But then I wonder, Am I just one of the chosen ones?, I run through hell like a hungry wolf, The wholesome Just devil runs through my veins, The he turns to yellow urine stains, Boldness of the coldness, I shake it off my shoulders like it never happened, Were just filters on the planet earth, Occupied by a soul that was at birth, I feel like a pawn on the devil’s chessboard, Creeping through every move that I make, I feel like a soldier in this land, I design chessboards hah hah man, yeah! I want to see you changing your life again……
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