WEAK (2016)

by Brian J. Meade

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Weak is a song that I wrote, arranged, performed, engineered, mixed, mastered and released, all between January 4th and February 4th, 2016, in order to fulfill the One Song One Month challenge offered by the Recording Revolution. Since February 4th, I have made a few tweaks and re-released it on February 13th, 2016. Enjoy!!

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released February 13, 2016

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Track Name: WEAK (marching on)
What are hours that fill my days
if the sunlight blinds my eyes
reflected a thousand ways
yet I see we need goodbyes

I realize

Although I never claim to seek
I don't need to try to find a bright new week

The months burn through my good years
inflating them with noise
The traffic never clears
but it's me that it employs
A ruckus on the wing draws near
and the birds no more rejoice
All this I wish I did not fear
but I fear I have no choice

I long for when I cease to hear
but another loud strong week rings clear

With seconds ticking by
and minutes blown away
open ears have I
nothing good to say

Everything's a game
and it will always be the same
and who is there to blame
for the day that never came?

And don't you think it's strange
that decades go to waste
when only I could change
the fruit that I would taste

If I just let the wind direct my sail
but until then I cannot speak
of why the daily bread is stale
and what's on the vine is weak

WEAK
WEAK
WEAK

Now I know who to blame
for the play that never came
Cause now I know the game
and it will always be the same
Always be the same

Only I can change
Only I can change
Track Name: WEAK (marching off)
WEAK

What are hours that fill my days
if the sunlight blinds my eyes
reflected a thousand ways
yet I see we need goodbyes

I realize

Although I never claim to seek
I don't need to try to find a bright new week

The months burn through my good years
inflating them with noise
The traffic never clears
but it's me that it employs
A ruckus on the wing draws near
and the birds no more rejoice
All this I wish I did not fear
but I fear I have no choice

I long for when I cease to hear
but another loud strong week rings clear

With seconds ticking by
and minutes blown away
open ears have I
nothing good to say

Everything's a game
and it will always be the same
and who is there to blame
for the day that never came?

And don't you think it's strange
that decades go to waste
when only I could change
the fruit that I would taste

If I just let the wind direct my sail
but until then I cannot speak
of why the daily bread is stale
and what's on the vine is weak

WEAK
WEAK
WEAK

Now I know who to blame
for the play that never came
Cause now I know the game
and it will always be the same
Always be the same

Only I can change
Only I can change