The Only Remedy
Written by Charlie Peacock & Sam Ashworth
It's Time To Art/Songs of Universal (BMI), Smashworth Songs/Songs of Universal (BMI) ©2024
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It was Kent who made the picture, I was thin and thinly disguised
Washed in the blood of Jesus, saved but hardly wise
Saved from my transgressions, saved to the unknown
Lost inside a riddle
On what path had my seed of redemption been sown?
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Forty years into the future we flew
A flight of finessing the language, the truth
Picking fights among the feathered, always gentle with a smile
It's a gig you do not choose, no manual, no guide to style
Back off my ass a bit dear neighbor is what I'd like to say
Have you thought about living in this century?
Have you ever even heard me play?
Let's start with C then F#, Dm, B diminished
I say, why do you stop listening long before I finish?
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It was Steve who snapped the frame, a child in rebel's guise
Iconic, artful, black and white, sign and symbol of the time
Lost inside my confidence, lost outside the city wall
I was saved by a saxophone
You never know what God will use to place a call—to save us all
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Forty years into the future we flew
A flight of finessing the language, the truth
Picking fights among the feathered, always gentle with a smile
It's a gig you do not choose, no manual, no guide to style
Back off my ass a bit dear neighbor is what I'd like to say
Have you thought about living in this century?
Have you ever even heard me play?
Let's start with C then F#, Dm, B diminished
Why do you stop listening long before I finish?
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Sitting fireside in the woods outside Nashville, Tennessee
One friend she was nursing a reconstructed knee
Another, a poet, a listener for hire
He pondered our stories and offered us relief, he said
Benevolent detachment is the only remedy, he said
Benevolent detachment is the only remedy
Benevolent detachment is the only remedy, he said
Benevolent detachment is the only remedy, he said