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Battle Hymn

Christopher Lee Wren

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Sometimes, we struggle for things we really shouldn't struggle for, seeing as there are more important things that need our attention.
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I was born in a cold hospital room in Charleston, South Carolina. I grew up in Mt. Pleasant, a few miles away, and questioned life continuously. I am always searching for truths, answers, love, and compassion. I truly believe that somewhere out there, there is someone who has never met me whose life will be changed when they do... and that I am sitting here waiting on my person to meet as well. We all collide, we all come together eventually. Life is funny that way. I visited relatives in and around Decatur, Alabama (a few miles south of Huntsville) and it was there my love for music started. While my parents listened to oldies and easy-listening, I couldn't help but want something more... something I could call my own. One day, I walked into a rickety gas station and there was a roulette of cassette tapes on the counter. My fingers ran across the plastic covers and found Dolly Parton: Collector's Series. I stared bright-eyed at the beautiful woman in front of me and fell in love with the cover art and immediately shelled out the seven dollars for the cassette. I immediately shoved it into the tape deck in the car, despite my mother's requests to listen to something she wanted. Forget that. I was about to venture down my own trail and I wanted to hear something fresh and new. Little did I know that this one woman would affect my life so much. Over the years, her music taught me about love, hate, death, life, lonliness and friendship. She taught me how to fight my own battles and she showed me that people are all people and you cannot take things at face value. You must look deep within to find truths. You must search far and wide to find the beauty of the world... and then again, you can look in your own backyard... and in your own mirror. I have an affinity for love, as cliche as that may sound. I could go through the entire list of people I hate in less than a second, because that list does not exist. There are people I can stand less than others, but as a general rule, I do love everyone. I may be an open book, but I still have unread pages. My music is reflective of Dolly's in that she taught me that music does not have to be about something you know or love. It can be about something you know nothing about. It can be about your family. It can be about your friends. There is no subject music cannot handle. I dwell on many subjects, although most of my music is about love in one way or another. I am truly looking forward to that day when I can look back and see the hundreds of songs I have written and how many people adore my music and have had their lives affected by it. I want to be able to sit and think to myself, "I have made a difference." but not stand up in a crowd and shout it out, because I only want it for others and not for myself. I'm currently looking for a label and will take just about any offer available.
Song Info
Genre
Alternative Indie
Charts
Peak #311
Peak in subgenre #68
Author
Christopher Lee Wren
Rights
2005
Uploaded
April 20, 2005
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MP3 3.6 MB 128 kbps 3:52
Story behind the song
This is actually inspired by the Pope's death and the Terri Schiavo case. The character "Mary" is an illusion to the mother of Jesus.
Lyrics
The other day I show up at Mary's house And her husband's drinking a beer I say, "It's been so long since I've sat on this couch; What's happened these past eighteen years?" "Everybody's been laughing at my name." A tear rolls down her cheek She looks up at me from her crochet and doesn't even speak This world is full of ugliness; I can see it in her eyes She doesn't even know it But everytime I visit I cry on the inside She said, "You don't even know me I'm just a picture in a frame to show off to your friends at work so you can share my fame. You might as well be honest and admit that you're a lie Better hunt your demons And take all the love from inside And put it on the outside. Do you remember the day They took that man away and put him in a box of glass too many of the dead on display I remember seeing that wriggling mass And they bowed to a human As if he divine While ignoring the woman dead on the inside With her string being held So she wouldn't float into the sky She said, "You don't even know me I'm just a picture in a frame to show off to your friends at school so you can share my fame. You might as well be honest and admit that you're a lie Better hunt your demons And take all the love from inside And put it on the outside. And we fight for our mothers And we fight for our rights And we fight for our country And we fight for our lives But we're fighting each other We're just fighting to fight Fight for love, fight for fear you can fight, you can fight, you can fight, but You don't even know me I'm just a picture in a frame to hang up on your fucking wall so you can share my fame. You might as well be honest and admit that you're a lie Better hunt your demons And take all the love from inside And put it on the outside.
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