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Penned and sung by Tim Hall, this is a very pretty and moody song, the heavy guitar and insistent piano of the chorus contrasts with the lighter touches around it. Chris Abrahams' Rhodes piano solo in the middle bridge is a highlight. Words & Music: Tim HallTim Hall: vocal, guitar Tim Freedman: piano, backing vocals Chris Abrahams: Rhodes electric piano, Hammond organ Michael Vidale: bass Mike Richards: drums | |
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| He thinks it's best to criticize his own kind An animal of greed, best to sew that social seed I thought by my thoughts all would come clear to me Yeah I can shoot a gun, maybe I should join the army Is there a quiet place to lie? I'd soldier on and walk the curvy line so straight Repeated when the feeling's high |