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WE ARE THE MASTERS (OF OUR SUFFERING)
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"We are the masters of our suffering / There is no need to look above" (Inspired by Gregory David Robert's novel 'Shantaram'.) Folk/Rock (M)
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Folk - Country - Jazz - Pop
A broad range of genres and production values - from studio work to raw live performances on acoustic instruments back in the days of killer tape hiss. (All were produced as song demos vs artist demos.) IF YOU'RE A LYRIC FAN, click on the "full" or "full song info" line and play the songs from there. That way you can read the lyrics at the bottom of the page as the song plays. I am guilty of all the words, music, arrangements, production, and male vocals. Fortunately, for both you AND me, friends handled the female vocals. (Thanks Leanne, Bodra, Dianne, & Roxanne!) See ya out there!
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
Peak #437
Peak in subgenre #35
Author
Van Clayton Powel
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VeePo Music
Uploaded
May 16, 2010
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:18
Lyrics
WE ARE THE MASTERS (OF OUR SUFFERING) Kill my dreams Steal my heart Break my body into A million parts Find the lesson in the pain Or we'll be back this way again Ship of fools Sailing blind Ends up shattered on the Reefs of time No one wants to take the blame We seem addicted to the pain Brown eyes swimming for the surface Someone reaching for your hand Will you offer them some solace? Will you finally take a stand? We close our eyes And walk the ledge Hand in hand we light the fuse That blows the bridge Now we'll see what we have learned Can we heal what we have burned? We are the masters of our suffering There is no need to look above We are the masters of our suffering It is a measure of our love Look around Check your heart Salvation waits Like a lover in the dark Find the lesson in the pain Or we'll be back this way again We are the masters of our suffering There is no need to look above We are the masters of our suffering It is a measure of our love We close our eyes And walk the ledge Hand in hand we light the fuse That blows the bridge Now we'll see what we have learned Can we heal what we have burned? ©2008 Van Clayton Powel
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