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"Move Aside"

I may have mentioned here before that I have been an amateur musician for many years. Well this past week I went into the mini recording studio in my basement and laid down the tracks for this song I wrote called "Move Aside".

Its about not being affected by prejudice no matter what your status in life and finding your way past the non-believers. It could apply to the LGBT community or to anyone who has ever come to odds with society's judgement.

Hint: it will sound better through headphones than through the tiny computer speakers on your laptop!

Note that singing is not my forte nor my favorite part of the song creation process and I normally work with a more seasoned expert. This was an exception.

I also made an accompanying video....

Move Aside

everyone in this life must decide
everything that we feel deep inside
All that moves you and alters paradise

garden of eden dreams that you knew
simpler days when all stories true
we believed them and held them up to you

Hey don’t you worry
and let those non-believers
Move aside

seeing the stars and all things divine
sitting beside you all now seems fine
it beguiles you and finds you lost in time

Hey don’t you worry
and let those non-believers
Move aside

even in darkness
when all the majesty of human revealed
I carry the scars of a life fully lived
but nothing ventured nothing ever gained

would you believe the things I had said
nothing is lost when you are ahead
all familiar we end up where we're led

Hey don’t you worry
and let those non-believers
Move aside

Now that I'm older know what to do
nothing is free in this world we're born to
all the lessons that marked us are not new

Hey don’t you worry
and let those non-believers
Move aside


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