David Lingabee Songs & Songwriting

I’m coming to the end of dying,
Well, the cells, that’s what I mean,
A long and winding road of death,
It’s what cells do, it seems.

As long as I’ve used bodies,
As long as I’ve played their game,
Is as long as I’ve not been myself,
I’m not a body, I’m not the same.

Cells are made to live and die,
Cells survive like this,
It’s what I have been worshiping,
Thinking they were bliss.

It’s true they have their own mind,
They remember survival things,
They like to feel sensations from
Others admiring.

Chorus
And so our life goes on,
Many hope and pray,
It’s time to learn the way of minds,
So freedom has its day.
Yes our life goes on,
Many hope and pray,
Now it’s time to pervade your mind,
So freedom has its day.
______

I’m coming to the end of dying,
Well, the cells, that’s what I mean,
A long and winding road of death,
It’s what cells do, it seems.

As long as I’ve used bodies,
As long as I’ve played their game,
Is as long as I’ve not been myself,
I’m not a body, I’m not the same.

Cells are made to live and die,
Cells survive like this,
It’s what I have been worshiping,
Thinking they were bliss.

It’s true they have their own mind,
They remember survival things,
They like to feel sensations from
Others admiring.

Chorus
And so our life goes on,
Many hope and pray,
It’s time to learn the way of minds,
So freedom has its day.
Yes our life goes on,
Many hope and pray,
Now it’s time to pervade your mind,
So freedom has its day.
______

I’m coming to the end of dying,
Well, the cells, that’s what I mean,
A long and winding road of death,
It’s what cells do, it seems.

As long as I’ve used bodies,
As long as I’ve played their game,
Is as long as I’ve not been myself,
I’m not a body, I’m not the same.

Cells are made to live and die,
Cells survive like this,
It’s what I have been worshiping,
Thinking they were bliss.

It’s true they have their own mind,
They remember survival things,
They like to feel sensations from
Others admiring.

Chorus
And so our life goes on,
Many hope and pray,
It’s time to learn the way of minds,
So freedom has its day.
Yes our life goes on,
Many hope and pray,
Now it’s time to pervade your mind,
So freedom has its day.
______

I’m coming to the end of dying,
Well, the cells, that’s what I mean,
A long and winding road of death,
It’s what cells do, it seems.

As long as I’ve used bodies,
As long as I’ve played their game,
Is as long as I’ve not been myself,
I’m not a body, I’m not the same.

Cells are made to live and die,
Cells survive like this,
It’s what I have been worshiping,
Thinking they were bliss.

It’s true they have their own mind,
They remember survival things,
They like to feel sensations from
Others admiring.

Chorus
And so our life goes on,
Many hope and pray,
It’s time to learn the way of minds,
So freedom has its day.
Yes our life goes on,
Many hope and pray,
Now it’s time to pervade your mind,
So freedom has its day.
______

Bridge
Cells make constant pictures,
To see them simply ask,
They need a hand to recall them,
It can be quite a task.
_____

I’m coming to the end of dying,
Well, the cells, that’s what I mean,
A long and winding road of death,
It’s what cells do, it seems.

As long as I’ve used bodies,
As long as I’ve played their game,
Is as long as I’ve not been myself,
I’m not a body, I’m not the same.

Cells are made to live and die,
Cells survive like this,
It’s what I have been worshiping,
Thinking they were bliss.

It’s true they have their own mind,
They remember survival things,
They like to feel sensations from
Others admiring.

Chorus
And so our life goes on,
Many hope and pray,
It’s time to learn the way of minds,
So freedom has its day.
Yes our life goes on,
Many hope and pray,
Now it’s time to pervade your mind,
So freedom has its day.
______

I’m coming to the end of dying,
Well, the cells, that’s what I mean,
A long and winding road of death,
It’s what cells do, it seems.

As long as I’ve used bodies,
As long as I’ve played their game,
Is as long as I’ve not been myself,
I’m not a body, I’m not the same.

Cells are made to live and die,
Cells survive like this,
It’s what I have been worshiping,
Thinking they were bliss.

It’s true they have their own mind,
They remember survival things,
They like to feel sensations from
Others admiring.

Chorus
And so our life goes on,
Many hope and pray,
It’s time to learn the way of minds,
So freedom has its day.
Yes our life goes on,
Many hope and pray,
Now it’s time to pervade your mind,
So freedom has its day.
______

I’m coming to the end of dying,
Well, the cells, that’s what I mean,
A long and winding road of death,
It’s what cells do, it seems.

As long as I’ve used bodies,
As long as I’ve played their game,
Is as long as I’ve not been myself,
I’m not a body, I’m not the same.

Cells are made to live and die,
Cells survive like this,
It’s what I have been worshiping,
Thinking they were bliss.

It’s true they have their own mind,
They remember survival things,
They like to feel sensations from
Others admiring.

Chorus
And so our life goes on,
Many hope and pray,
It’s time to learn the way of minds,
So freedom has its day.
Yes our life goes on,
Many hope and pray,
Now it’s time to pervade your mind,
So freedom has its day.
______

I’m coming to the end of dying,
Well, the cells, that’s what I mean,
A long and winding road of death,
It’s what cells do, it seems.

As long as I’ve used bodies,
As long as I’ve played their game,
Is as long as I’ve not been myself,
I’m not a body, I’m not the same.

Cells are made to live and die,
Cells survive like this,
It’s what I have been worshiping,
Thinking they were bliss.

It’s true they have their own mind,
They remember survival things,
They like to feel sensations from
Others admiring.

Chorus
And so our life goes on,
Many hope and pray,
It’s time to learn the way of minds,
So freedom has its day.
Yes our life goes on,
Many hope and pray,
But now it’s time to pervade your mind,
So freedom has its day.
______

Cells make constant pictures,
To see them simply ask,
They need a hand to recall them,
It can be quite a task.

And so our life goes on,
Many hope and pray,
It’s time to learn the way of minds,
So freedom has its day.
________