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Unsettled
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Socially contemplative "mellow" psychedelic pop-rock song. Fleetwood Mac meets Pink Floyd meets the Church. Lyrics about the Middle East.
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Eclectic-electric-psychedelic-rock for the discerning Bohemian.
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Song Info
Genre
Rock Rock General
Charts
Peak #114
Peak in subgenre #28
Author
Bobby Shiflett
Rights
2009
Uploaded
January 20, 2010
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MP3
MP3 4.7 MB 128 kbps 5:13
Story behind the song
Music and Lyrics: Bobby Shiflett Performed by: Laura Whitney: Vocals; Steve Casteel: Guitar; Bobby Shiflett: Guitar, Vocals; Andrew Reid: Bass; Kenny Shiflett: Drums Recorded by Bob Russom @ Gintown Sounds Mastered by Channel Fuse Media, Memphis, Tennessee http://www.channelfusemedia.com/
Lyrics
I heard the wind cry the name of Zion I saw her image in the shifting sand She wanted a shoulder to cry on She wanted someone to understand There aint no saints in Zion No sinners either, as far as I know There aint no bag of tricks, no quick and easy fix In Zion it's just a show I swam in the streams of Babylon I swam in the waters of the Rivers of Life The Priest of the Stars, he knew my name there He knew the trouble I call my life There aint no saints in Babylon No sinners either as far as I can tell You can get your kicks on the other side of the River Styx But in Babylon, life is hell Why am I talking to you anyway? You never hear what I have to say You never dared; and you never will. Your life's a dream and you're asleep. There's more to love than you can keep. There's more to life than you can kill. Underneath the Cedars of Lebanon Sleeps the secret of a Holy Land. The 7th son of a 7th son Aint the son of a prodigal man There aint no saints in Lebanon No sinners either, as far as I can see I've been up and down these roads All the way to Jericho On up to Tyre, through Galilee Still unsettled and still not free Still unsettled and still not free
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