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Who are we anymore? Greed, Hate & despair..
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My work is more like poetry in motion,in the folk tradition and perhaps "Folk Rock" I want to share what Im doing with those of you who've been communicators, sharing thoughts, music & ideas. My site showcases some of my work & will include more as I continue to record. It is my hope that you will stop by and explore my work, register & express your ideas on the Message Board. Please check out my music videos as well...
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Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
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Peak #1
Peak in subgenre #1
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Marc Meyers
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Copyright Marc Meyers 2006
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April 11, 2010
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MP3 4.8 MB • 128 kbps • 5:15
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NUMBERS X 1 Words & Music by Marc Meyers Sixty-eight percent are never comin home sixty-eight percent are never comin home maybe its twenty-five or a hundred and ten I don't know. A face in the mud, who are his kin? A face in the mud, who are his kin? is there someone I can call, does someone remember him? Thousands of faces, what is the name? Thousands of faces, what is the name? a shot in the distance, and all faces are the same. Pardons are made and pardons received Pardons are made and pardons received Is this to be the end, can it ever be believed? Too many people, have begun to go insane Too many people, have begun to go insane All the confusion in the air has decayed every brain Give me a gun Ill try to shoot straight Give me a gun Ill try to shoot straight After filling the earth full of holes, Ill speak blindly of my fate. Women and children, are lying dead on the ground Women and children, are lying dead on the ground The order wont last long as the vultures fly around Leaders and preachers, both are the same Leaders and preachers, both are the same Each sits back to watch, as his dealings turn to rain. Sixty-eight graves, keep living spirits home sixty-eight graves, keep living spirits home Maybe its twenty-five or a hundred and ten, I don't know. Copyright Marc Meyers 2006
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