this was written after a large gathering out the back of onewhero, the farming comunity where im from gathered to celebrate johns 50th, it was when we could finally go out after the first covid lock down.
refering to lyrics: if taken the wrong way calling everyone a hero is an insult, beleive it or not it came from a a good place at the time of writing.
lyrics
when everyone you knows a hero
its hard to matter anymore
all about their earthly shadow
is a selflessness of sorts
(Dm, Am, Cm)
the people here dont wallow
they dont trip on their bottom lip
they dont carry round a mountain
if a mountains what it is
(E,F)
when all around are humble spirits
significance is in itself
even though it really matters
your whole life is not to tell
(Dm, Am, Cm)
the people here dont wallow
they dont trip on their bottom lip
whos to carry round a mountain
if a mountains what it is
(E,F)
if i see you here tomorrow
kicking round your misery
i got a blindfold you can borrow
if you hate everything you see
(Dm, Am, Cm)
the people here dont wallow
they dont trip on their bottom lip
they dont carry round a mountain
if a mountains what it is
(E,F)
a part of the game
part of the game
one little grain no complaints
a brick in the wall
nothing at all
the mountain is dirt im the same
what would you sing to me?
lighten up
before your energy is gone