An awful lot of the same

Song of the spiritual purification process

An Awful Lot of the Same
– Lyrics by Danny Cordova
--Music by Danny Cordova, Sara Brugman
Percussion: Matt Brugman

I came a long ways to find an awful lot of the
Same old stares, the far away gazes
The vacant expressions on every face
Everywhere I look its more of the same
What’s left to find, where to go where to turn?
I burn! I Burn!

Through the wind and rain and the dust I paced
Waiting for something, my own little sign
I’m a sight to behold, in my own little Hell
I ve got to find my way to break this spell
This hell!
This hell!
This hell-

Aversion and Fear now both long gone
Out raced, out distanced, out done out paced
Beaten at every turn of the cards
I finally give in, a final surrender
I Fade
I Die
I Fade
I Die

I Fade . . .


Battle scarred and weary, I raise my head
The light that comes to me blinds my sight
Up ahead in the distance standing a lone
The tall figure of a man someone I once knew
It was me
It is me
I am free, I am free, I am Free

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