Brett Dennen

*So I signed up to be a member of a local radio station. I've wanted to do that many years, but I've never had the money to do so, or else I had a misaligned sense of entitlement and felt that I'd paid them in a myriad of other ways and didn't owe them in cent. In fact, the more I thought about it the more I thought they should pay ME for listening, yeah, that's it. They need to cough up some money because I'm such a good spokesperson for listening. I bet half of their listeners do so because I told them how much of great station they are.*

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*Anyway, I finally signed up and pledged a dollar in support. I'm an official "member" of the station and in thanks they gave me two CD's and a plastic keychain and some other stuff that will make good Xmas presents from Satan Klaws when he comes round this year. *

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*On those CD's was a song. And this song just reached out and grabbed my by my proverbial cahones and squeezed me into mindfulness. This song R-O-C-K-S! The fact that I was on my morning commute to work made it even more poignant. So I'm spreading the word baby! *

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*The song is "Ain't No Reason" from Brett Dennen . The lyrics of the song are:*

There ain't no reason things are this way

It's how they've always been and they intend to stay

I can't explain why we live this way

We do it every day

Preachers on the podium speaking to saints

Prophets on the sidewalk begging for change

Old ladies laughing from the fire escape cursing my name

I gotta a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same

A window and a pigeon with a broken wing

You can spend your whole life working something, Just to have it taken away.

People walking around pushing' back their debts

Wearing paychecks like necklaces and bracelets

Talking about nothing, not thinking about death.

Every little heartbeat, every little breath

People walk a tightrope on a razors edge.

Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons

It could be a bomb, or a bullet, or a pen, or a thought, or a word or a sentence.

There ain't no reason things are this way

Its how they've always been and they intend to stay

I don't know why I say the things I say

But I say them anyway.

But will love will come set me free

Love will come set me free, I do believe

Love will come set me free, I know it will

Love will come set me free, yeah

Prison walls still standing tall

Some things never change at all

Keep on building prisons, gonna fill the all

Keep on building bombs, gonna drop them all

Working your fingers bad to the bone,

Breaking' your back, make you sell you soul

Like a lung it's filled with coal, suffocating slow.

The wind blows wild and I may move

But politicians lie and I am not fooled

You don't need no reason or a three piece suit, to argue the truth.

The air on my skin and the world under my toes

Slavery stitched into the fabric of my clothes

Chaos and commotion wherever I go, love I try to follow.

But will love will come set me free

Love will come set me free, I do believe

Love will come set me free, I know it will

Love will come set me free, yeah

*How f'ing cool is that. "Slavery stiched into the fabric of my clothes?" Wow! So if you want to take a quick listen to this marvel you can visit my MySpace pagewhere I've used it as my profile song. From there you can visit Brett Dennen's page for yourself. Whee. Right now I have it on repeat in my player so I've heard it about 256 times today. Yes, I'm a bit obsessive. It's my blessing and my curse. It's a InverseGevurah/Golachab* *thing. *