New Song(demo): "Let It Go"

2/23/2011

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New Song(demo): Above is a rough demo of a song I wrote today, which is entitled "Let It Go." The lyrics below and those I sang on the demo don't match since it is a work in progress.


               Let It Go
words and music by Ken May 139 ©2011

I'll admit that he treated you bad,
Crushed every dream that you had,
Lead you on so that he could let you down,
Made you the joke of every clown in town.
You use to have so much hope and pride,
But then something die deep inside.
Now while you're lying awake at night,
Here's some good advice:
Let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.

Here's a sermon you've heard before,
“Vengeance is mine,” saith the Lord,
Like every little schoolboy knows,
We reap just what we sow.
You use to have so much hope and pride,
But then something die deep inside.
Remember while you plot his swift demise
That every murder is suicide.
Let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.

And when you lay yourself down to sleep,
Say a little prayer for his soul.
Don't you know we're know for the promises we keep
And the grudges we let go.

I'll concede he didn't treat you well,
What he put you through was a living hell,
Lead you on so that he could let you down,
Made you the joke of every clown in town.
You use to have so much hope and pride,
But then something die deep inside.
Now while you're lying awake at night,
Here's some good advice.
Let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.

copyright 2011 Ken May 139 www.kenmay.com


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Social Solutions No More!

2/9/2011

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Rant:   It occurred to me today just how brainwashed we are into always seeking the social solution, always asking ourselves and others, like a tiny ant in a hill or a little buzzy bee in a hive, “What if everybody did that?” Well, guess what, everybody is not going to do that and never never ever will and the funniest fact of all concerning this whole subject of solving problems is that one of the glaringly obvious certainties, that ought to be universally enshrined in the temple of truth, is that There are no social solutions. There are only snake oil salesmen calling themselves politicians and other such titles, who are constantly picking your pocket and riding you like a pack mule, beating you with a stick while you chase the carrots they pawn off as social solutions ushering in the long-awaited Shangri-La.

So today hold high in your mind the banner that reads “Social Solutions No More! Long Live the Individual! All Freedom and Solutions Are Personal! All Societies Are Prisons!”

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