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Credits & Lyrics
Credits
Richard Lehmann – Vocals
Glenn “Kootz” Taylor – Instruments
Recording Engineer, Mixing and Mastering: Glenn “Kootz” Taylor
Recorded, mixed and mastered at Taylor-Made Productions, North Caldwell, NJ.
© 2016 Lehmann Music
Lyrics
Song and lyrics by Richard Lehmann (ASCAP)
Are you the ninety-nine?
I’m the other one
Set my life aside
I was twenty-one
From Idaho
From Michigan
From southwest Texas
They took us all in.
I fought for eighteen months
They made it 36
I was the easy choice
I was the simple fix
When the mourning came
I heard the call
The honor was mine
Come one not all
Lost a brother here
And two more there
The world keeps spinning
Is anyone there?
Wish me luck today
I need it still
Maybe more than ever
I don’t trust my will
Looking back it’s clear
Where I went wrong
The choir sang
Their familiar song
So here I lie
Dreamin’ ‘bout my past
I never knew boredom
Was such a blast
Chorus
Now the darkness is the lonely kind
Tell my mama time will dry her eyes
Yeah, my truth is always close behind
Hey brother can you spare a life?
There’s a road that’s burning in my mind
I’m done waiting on him to arrive
I’ve seen hell but I can’t seem to find
These ghosts that moved their shit inside
Bridge:
The sky is black
The earth is still
Clock stopped moving
They made their kill
Saw the ground explode
Flowers by the road
Sometimes time is not the healer it claims to be
And then the lights go on just when I shut my eyes
Shared sacrifice
It’s not my demand
You live your lives
But know where I stand
By the Laundromat
Near the coffee shop
In the darkest corners
Where my mind won’t stop.
Are you the ninety-nine?
I’m the other one
Left my life behind
Now I’m thirty-one
From Worcester Mass
From Alabam
From all four corners
We fought for this land/ We bled for this land/We died for this land
Yeah, my truth is never far behind
I’m a fighter, I won’t be denied
Tell my baby she can dry her eyes
Here I stand today is not my time
Let the martyrs leave their nothing behind
Cause my road gets longer all the time
From the darkest hell a rising tide
We’ll drive until these ghosts won’t ride.