Somewhere, very far away, a tree falls in a forest, and not a soul is around to hear it Yet... it still makes a sound
What unites us? What divides us?
World on fire, children crying
People dying, problems rising
Look no further than around
Future uncertain, pull the curtain
Always looking back cos our brains are hurting
What's the way to make it even?
Melodies and rhymes and reason
Fixing problems with the notes, I like to use
Lyrics to keep us afloat
It's true that the thing that brings us all together
Whatever the weather is
Singing and winging it, living and winning
Nobody will listen but that doesn't matter
We're grinning, we don't need no cheering
It's thrilling just sitting and thinking 'bout all of the
I sit here with my easel
Painting landscapes, giving ease to those
In need, who cannot speak, they just want
Musical reprieve
But a single blade of grass in fields of green
Is not what's needed, paint the walls inside
From the outside they won't see it
Oh, "Rest in peace
Sam Snook is dead"
Living a life of
Inspiredless spirals
That maybe the next song will end
"Fly high, son
We'll remember Bathroom Vaping"
Sure, just focus on that, I
Won't be remembered for what I'm creating
But I'll keep offering all that I can
Creation's a glorious way to get mad
Destruction of people, destruction of land
Has nothing on melody, verses and banter
Fixing the world when I
Expression through music and words 'til I'm bankrupt
And the crux of the matter at hand
Is that at the end of the day I have planned
Planned for this day, planned for this hour
State of the way, state of the power
Planned for the end, planned for the start
The state of the best, state of the art
When I'm in the state it comes to me like fate
My pride is not a sin, nobody else will win
I can hear it, something's coming
Something cunning in the running
Every line is laughed at, are you laughing? Is it funny?
When the world is burning up
Does it need your laughter and applause?
Like Vincent, face one ear to the truth
Find meaning in these clauses
Art is a vessel, art is a stream,
Art is the answer to the people's screams
Art is a piece of the puzzle, see
But what this planet really needs is...
Love
So much love
In all of its many forms
Every shape it takes, every sound it makes,
Every single heart that breaks,
And every heart that's full
You'll feel the pull,
The world's insatiable turn,
When you douse the blazes that burn on its surface -
And the only way to serve this
Is to live life with love
Sam Snook - State Lyrics
Sam Snook - State Lyrics
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Somewhere, very far away, a tree falls in a forest, and not a soul is around to hear it Yet... it still makes a sound
What unites us? What divides us?
World on fire, children crying
People dying, problems rising
Look no further than around
Future uncertain, pull the curtain
Always looking back cos our brains are hurting
What's the way to make it even?
Melodies and rhymes and reason
Fixing problems with the notes, I like to use
Lyrics to keep us afloat
It's true that the thing that brings us all together
Whatever the weather is
Singing and winging it, living and winning
Nobody will listen but that doesn't matter
We're grinning, we don't need no cheering
It's thrilling just sitting and thinking 'bout all of the
I sit here with my easel
Painting landscapes, giving ease to those
In need, who cannot speak, they just want
Musical reprieve
But a single blade of grass in fields of green
Is not what's needed, paint the walls inside
From the outside they won't see it
Oh, "Rest in peace
Sam Snook is dead"
Living a life of
Inspiredless spirals
That maybe the next song will end
"Fly high, son
We'll remember Bathroom Vaping"
Sure, just focus on that, I
Won't be remembered for what I'm creating
But I'll keep offering all that I can
Creation's a glorious way to get mad
Destruction of people, destruction of land
Has nothing on melody, verses and banter
Fixing the world when I
Expression through music and words 'til I'm bankrupt
And the crux of the matter at hand
Is that at the end of the day I have planned
Planned for this day, planned for this hour
State of the way, state of the power
Planned for the end, planned for the start
The state of the best, state of the art
When I'm in the state it comes to me like fate
My pride is not a sin, nobody else will win
I can hear it, something's coming
Something cunning in the running
Every line is laughed at, are you laughing? Is it funny?
When the world is burning up
Does it need your laughter and applause?
Like Vincent, face one ear to the truth
Find meaning in these clauses
Art is a vessel, art is a stream,
Art is the answer to the people's screams
Art is a piece of the puzzle, see
But what this planet really needs is...
Love
So much love
In all of its many forms
Every shape it takes, every sound it makes,
Every single heart that breaks,
And every heart that's full
You'll feel the pull,
The world's insatiable turn,
When you douse the blazes that burn on its surface -
And the only way to serve this
Is to live life with love
What unites us? What divides us?
World on fire, children crying
People dying, problems rising
Look no further than around
Future uncertain, pull the curtain
Always looking back cos our brains are hurting
What's the way to make it even?
Melodies and rhymes and reason
Fixing problems with the notes, I like to use
Lyrics to keep us afloat
It's true that the thing that brings us all together
Whatever the weather is
Singing and winging it, living and winning
Nobody will listen but that doesn't matter
We're grinning, we don't need no cheering
It's thrilling just sitting and thinking 'bout all of the
I sit here with my easel
Painting landscapes, giving ease to those
In need, who cannot speak, they just want
Musical reprieve
But a single blade of grass in fields of green
Is not what's needed, paint the walls inside
From the outside they won't see it
Oh, "Rest in peace
Sam Snook is dead"
Living a life of
Inspiredless spirals
That maybe the next song will end
"Fly high, son
We'll remember Bathroom Vaping"
Sure, just focus on that, I
Won't be remembered for what I'm creating
But I'll keep offering all that I can
Creation's a glorious way to get mad
Destruction of people, destruction of land
Has nothing on melody, verses and banter
Fixing the world when I
Expression through music and words 'til I'm bankrupt
And the crux of the matter at hand
Is that at the end of the day I have planned
Planned for this day, planned for this hour
State of the way, state of the power
Planned for the end, planned for the start
The state of the best, state of the art
When I'm in the state it comes to me like fate
My pride is not a sin, nobody else will win
I can hear it, something's coming
Something cunning in the running
Every line is laughed at, are you laughing? Is it funny?
When the world is burning up
Does it need your laughter and applause?
Like Vincent, face one ear to the truth
Find meaning in these clauses
Art is a vessel, art is a stream,
Art is the answer to the people's screams
Art is a piece of the puzzle, see
But what this planet really needs is...
Love
So much love
In all of its many forms
Every shape it takes, every sound it makes,
Every single heart that breaks,
And every heart that's full
You'll feel the pull,
The world's insatiable turn,
When you douse the blazes that burn on its surface -
And the only way to serve this
Is to live life with love
Writer: Samuel Snook
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