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Songwriter specializing in modern rock, country, easy listening and pop music.
I'm a songwriter with a wide variety of influences. I am currently seeking a publisher for one or more of my songs. Though I focus on commercially viable Country/Rock and Adult Contemporary, my wide range of infuences ensures that on any given CD of my work, there's something for all tastes in music.
Song Info
Genre
Pop • Pop Rock
Charts
Peak #258
Peak in subgenre #52
Author
Capers Simmons
Rights
2009
Uploaded
June 23, 2010
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:41
Lyrics
“My Babylon” Capers Simmons VERSE I Six stacks on a number that can't lose, Pray twice to the devil that damned you, Throw dice, roll a seven and act cool— Like the dice weren't loaded. Cash in your chips, 'cause you can't win Hands off your hips, you can't sin So long not learning a few things 'Bout where you're going CHORUS You got a monkey on your back You got a twinkle in your eye But you got white inside your black You got a truth inside your lie So let the walls come burning down Let them break the iron gate Let the fires fix this town As you laugh at them and say Is not this my Babylon the Great? REFRAIN Is not this my Babylon? Is not this my Babylon? Is not this my Babylon the Great? (My Babylon) BRIDGE I Wait for a savior Don't hold your breath Steal from your neighbor There's nothing left Such bad behavior You've passed the test You better cock it Then drop it And get out of Dodge This city ain't no place for gods VERSE II This tower built from dry bones, Those that you killed in their homes. King of the hill, but you're still alone, So rule or ruin. Gunshots from the top of your penthouse; Your time has come to find out, Have you become what you hate, now, Are you human? BRIDGE II Eat grass from the ground like Nebuchadnezzar The last little sound will echo forever Sow salt in the ground so it never grows again Take your place at the top of the scroll For you yourself are the head of gold The time shall come when all will know your name Tell your lies Then close your eyes Your city divides to your slaves. The end is thus When you are dust The rest of us remain. ~ CHORUS ~ VERSE/REFRAIN Six stacks on a number that can't lose, Pray twice to the devil that damned you, Throw dice, roll a seven and act cool— Like the dice weren't loaded. Cash in your chips before the night is gone For is not this my Babylon? Is not this my Babylon? Is not this my my Babylon the Great?
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