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Chalk Man
05:47
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Chalk Man
Kent Agee/George Bradfute/Kyle Miller/Scott Miller
He had a tattoo on his forearm that said “vengeance is my name”
He had nothing much to live for and everyone to blame
With two dollars in his pocket and no promise to believe
He was never gonna pay for what a bullet gets for free
Chalk man on the sidewalk
With a red cloud on his chest
Make a white line where the real man was
And let the rain do the rest
He was brought up in the darkness where the truth has jagged teeth
His Uncle Sam was crazy and his mother walked the streets
He had learned the market’s lesson, “it’s what you have not what you do”
And when that’s your only message you’ll kill a man for tennis-shoes
Chalk man on the sidewalk
With a red cloud on his chest
Make a white line where the real man was
And let the rain do the rest
He hit the sidewalk running when he jumped out of the car
But when you’ve got nowhere to run to you don’t get very far
They brought him down with one shot, a crowd watched as he bled
It left a tattoo on the sidewalk, “vengeance is my name” it said
Chalk man on the sidewalk
With a red cloud on his chest
Make a white line where the real man was
And let the rain do the rest
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Keeping My Face on Straight
Kent Agee/George Bradfute/Kyle Miller/Scott Miller
My head’s too big for my body, my head’s too big for my clothes
It’s stuffed so full of mis-information it might explode
My brain is a movie projector, my eyelids are screens when they close
I sit in this seat and learn to repeat and believe everything that I’m told
But I check every day, and I’m happy to say…
I’m keeping my face on straight
I don’t know what I believe in, I don’t know what I know
I can’t be sure that any opinion is my own
But I’ve seen this world is a circle and we’re living our lives on the edge
If we look inside we’ll find what we hide, it’s safer to look good instead
So I check every day, and I think I can say
I’m keeping my face on straight
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Life Among the Cannibals
05:09
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Life Among the Cannibals
Kent Agee
There’s a face in our window, there’s a voice in our heads
There’s a mad dog in the nursery, a cracked mirror above our beds
It’s the face of the accuser and the voice is our own
While our greed devours our future, we watch
And pretend nothing’s wrong
On the table of your neighbor, spread the flag, place the cross
Eat his name, eat his history, “bless this house, now it’s ours”
And our children’s children’s children may forget and pretend
But the lies we choose to tell them, leave the emptiness
That will make them feed again
Can’t you hear the drums beating underneath it all
Look how far we’ve come, this is life among the cannibals
and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on
Can’t you hear the drums beating underneath it all
Look how far we’ve come, this is life among the cannibals
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4. |
Power
04:18
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Power
Kent Agee/Michael Lunn
If I cradled your face in my hands right now
If I pressed my lips softly to yours
Would that make you love me more
Or would my tenderness push you away
Do you believe truth is made of…
Power, you say you want love but you just want
Power, nothing’s enough without
Power, I touch you with passion so real
But it’s power you want to feel
Have you looked for so long in the eyes of doubt
That you no longer trust your desire
And now you hide behind bars of pain
Where you hunger for one real embrace
But all you can taste is
Power, you say you want love but you just want
Power, nothing’s enough without
Power, I touch you with passion so real
But it’s power you want to feel
I gave you honesty, I held my hand out to you
I showed you I could wait, was that my mistake
Does it all come down to power
Power, you say you want love but you just want
Power, nothing’s enough without
Power, I touch you with passion so real
But it’s power you want to feel
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To Be for You
03:47
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To Be for You
Kent Agee
And in my sleep something has changed
I stand at the mirror, the image looks strange to me
I touch the glass, try saying my name
The words come out for you
I wear this face just for you
This mask I made for you
The World erased just for you
I live to be for you
And I look deep into my eyes
Inside there’s a voice, a hand reaching out to me
When I almost see, almost recognize
I turn away for you
I wear this face just for you
This mask I made for you
The World erased just for you
I live to be for you
And if I try to hide, you’re here inside my head
Whispering “go to sleep and dream of me”
I wear this face just for you
This mask I made for you
The World erased just for you
I live to be for you
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Kingdom Come
04:56
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Kingdom Come
Kent Agee/George Bradfute/Kyle Miller/Scott Miller
Rain beat on his windshield and sin burned in his eyes
The hatred that sustained him hissed like steam deep in his mind
He had touched the sacred relics, spoken all the holy names
And the message that he carried now was the thunder and the flame
He had looked into the future, seen his face in the plan
Heard the voices of the lion, heard the voices of the lamb
Now he’d make his life a weapon to be driven through the dark
Like a cold nail through the prophet’s hand
Like a stake through the unbeliever’s heart
Speak in tongues, bite the wire
Walk on water, walk through fire
Point your finger, point your gun
Point the way to Kingdom Come
Was he thinking of a childhood when he was just like you and me
Was he dreaming of the girl he loved back when he was seventeen
Did he close his eyes and say goodbye just before he let it go
Was there anything behind those eyes that you and I
Would recognize at all
Speak in tongues, bite the wire
Walk on water, walk through fire
Point your finger, point your gun
Point the way to Kingdom Come
Now there’s bloodstains on the sidewalk and sirens in the night
Everybody knows what’s wrong but no-one knows what’s right
My Grandma used to tell me crying angels made the rain
But I know we’d never see the Sun if angels saw
What we’ve done in their name
Speak in tongues, bite the wire
Walk on water, walk through fire
Point your finger, point your gun
Point the way to Kingdom Come
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Waiting for You
06:52
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Waiting For You
Kent Agee
Last night I heard the god of passion taking giant steps through town
He stopped outside my bedroom window,stood there ’til the Moon went down
I could hear his huge heart beating, pumping blood like hot perfume
I lay half awake, half dreaming...waiting for you
In the morning there were ashes strewn across my bedroom floor
In the ash your name was written like some ancient ritual
Then I knew that my desire had made a furnace in my soul
And all that cannot satisfy it feeds the flame waiting for you
Waiting for you
Bring me your forbidden secrets, lay them naked next to mine
Let me touch what’s hidden deepest, tear away the boundary line
All the thoughts you’ve tried to bury are alive inside their tomb
I will be their sanctuary, can’t you feel them waiting for you
Waiting for you
In the street lights of Temptation hidden doorways are exposed
Shadows of anticipation watch with eyes that will not close
Every footstep in the distance is my dark dream coming true
and every face in every window is my own waiting for you
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Kent Agee Nashville, Tennessee
First known in Nashville as the creator and lead-singer of Warner rock act, Jane His Wife, Kent Agee has become recognized as one of the most versatile writers in the music industry. With cuts by acts as diverse as Barbra Streisand, Jon Pardi, Vanessa Williams, Tom Keifer, Rodney Atkins, Evan & Jaron and Del McCoury to name a few. ... more
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