David Lingabee Songs & Songwriting

Song#: 3

Album
Name of Song: Memory vs nothing

There is an urge inside of us,
That copies everything,
And everyone who moves in front
of where I seem to be.

Where do all those pictures go,
They’re filed within our mind,
Photographs of everyone
while passing us in time.

This happens to be our memory,
It helps us learn and live,
Without it we’d be lost it seems
and life would be a sieve.

Chorus
Copy copy copy,
This urge that drives our kind,
An urge to copy everything,
An unconscious part of mind.
Without it there’s no record,
Like everyone is blind,
Nothing there to prove to self
or the rest of humankind.
______

There is an urge inside of us,
That copies everything,
And everyone who moves in front
of where I seem to be.

Where do all those pictures go,
They’re filed within our mind,
Photographs of everyone
while passing us in time.

This happens to be our memory,
It helps us learn and live,
Without it we’d be lost it seems
and life would be a sieve.

Chorus
Copy copy copy,
This urge that drives our kind,
An urge to copy everything,
An unconscious part of mind.
Without it there’s no record,
Like everyone is blind,
Nothing there to prove to self
or the rest of humankind.
______

There is an urge inside of us,
That copies everything,
And everyone who moves in front
of where I seem to be.

Where do all those pictures go,
They’re filed within our mind,
Photographs of everyone
while passing us in time.

This happens to be our memory,
It helps us learn and live,
Without it we’d be lost it seems
and life would be a sieve.

Chorus
Copy copy copy,
This urge that drives our kind,
An urge to copy everything,
An unconscious part of mind.
Without it there’s no record,
Like everyone is blind,
Nothing there to prove to self
or the rest of humankind.
______

Bridge
People like photography,
It puts one in control,
Storytelling our memories is
a way our mind beholds.
Prove it, prove it, prove it,
The story of our world,
Imagination still the king,
as it gives us our own swirl.
______

There is an urge inside of us,
That copies everything,
And everyone who moves in front
of where I seem to be.

Where do all those pictures go,
They’re filed within our mind,
Photographs of everyone
while passing us in time.

This happens to be our memory,
It helps us learn and live,
Without it we’d be lost it seems
and life would be a sieve.

Chorus
Copy copy copy,
This urge that drives our kind,
An urge to copy everything,
An unconscious part of mind.
Without it there’s no record,
Like everyone is blind,
Nothing there to prove to self
or the rest of humankind.
______

There is an urge inside of us,
That copies everything,
And everyone who moves in front
of where I seem to be.

Where do all those pictures go,
They’re filed within our mind,
Photographs of everyone
while passing us in time.

This happens to be our memory,
It helps us learn and live,
Without it we’d be lost it seems
and life would be a sieve.

Chorus
Copy copy copy,
This urge that drives our kind,
An urge to copy everything,
An unconscious part of mind.
Without it there’s no record,
Like everyone is blind,
Nothing there to prove to self
or the rest of humankind.
______

There is an urge inside of us,
That copies everything,
And everyone who moves in front
of where I seem to be.

Where do all those pictures go,
They’re filed within our mind,
Photographs of everyone
while passing us in time.

This happens to be our memory,
It helps us learn and live,
Without it we’d be lost it seems
and life would be a sieve.

Chorus
Copy copy copy,
This urge that drives our kind,
An urge to copy everything,
An unconscious part of mind.
Without it there’s no record,
Like everyone is blind,
Nothing there to prove to self
or the rest of humankind.
______

People love photography,
It puts one in control,
Storytelling our memories is
a way our mind beholds.

Prove it, prove it, prove it,
The story of our world,
Imagination still the king,
as it gives us our own swirl.
________

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