David Lingabee Songs & Songwriting

Endless repeating urges,
Never leaving my side,
They make me do what they want,
Convinced they are my guide.

I used to view them from above,
In times of long gone by,
Before I agreed to use their urge,
It seems I now need their high.

They move my natural focus,
To things that are losing life,
To things that seem made of hopes and dreams,
But are bathed in endless strife.

No one seems immune from demons,
Although some may tell you so,
Most try to face them in their way,
And some try hard, but slow.

They seem to be automatic,
Turn on whenever they want,
I’m never really ready for them,
And they leave their silent haunt.

In fact they’re very automatic,
They do whatever they want,
To take a stand and fight them off,
Almost need to become a savant.

They offer endless pleasure,
A movie maker’s dream,
We make our lives around their urge,
So common it all seems.

They’ve been around forever,
Well as long as I can see,
I choose to make a stand at last,
To become myself and be.

Yes,
They’ve been around forever,
Well as long as I can see,
I choose to make a stand at last,
To become myself and be.
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