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INGLORIOUS: SWANSONGS, VOL. 4

INGLORIOUS details the end of the man's life, when he is at odds with his very creator. He has grown, tried to find home, battled the beast within, contemplated his destiny, settled his debt, broken vows, bore arms, fought his boss, kicked out from underneath, skirted landmines and shed his own blood. He is now ready to lay it all down.

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"HOPE" is a proclamation of purpose, from the other side. All of his lightened tunnels have led to dead ends, and he longer wishes to tease himself with the illusion of resolution. The Birddogs again find that rock/country-funk groove and roll with it, twisting the choruses into a dissonant array of shadow riffs and hollering. 

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"DIVINE" finds the man at war with god, the architect of the world that was forsaken him. Why has it been so hard? Why has he had to struggle while others have thrived? Until he gets a taste of weightlessness, the man refuses to stand down. With a church-rock groove, the The Birddogs push and pull behind the man and Cat Myles, guesting on lead vocals. When the man steps out for his final jabs with god, equipped only with his guitar, he wants to put his own power on display.

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"BOOK OF JOB," is his last gasp; a faint smile over the memories of the people who have truly brought him happiness. An acoustic instrumental movement of four distinct pieces, each reflecting the spirit one of his children, the song is the last thing he wants to put into this world before he checks out of it: the love of his children.

* PRODUCED by Frank Lazarus

* MASTERED by Mike Pepe & Frank Lazarus

* All songs written by Frank Lazarus, 

© 2020 FreeEarthMusic, BMI.

* ARTWORK by Mariel Mitkowski.

(All lyrics by Frank Lazarus, © 2020 FreeEarthMusic, BMI.)

1. HOPE

I forgot my place, son - forgot the way things go

I wear a brave face to th'world, but I'm sure everybody knows

Some folks get all the breaks and others are just broke

And I'm one of them poor folks

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This is where I'm at, now; worse than I've ever been

Some people tell me I should feel proud, but they don't understand

They say "boy, your time will come", but they can't tell me when!

And I ain't holding my breath, cuz...

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Hope is a dangerous thing

Hope wakes you up

When it's so nice to be sleeping

Yeah, hope is a dangerous thing

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I kept looking for a savior in everyone that I met

Changed all my behaviors so much that now I forget

Who or what I am, but either way, it's shit

Be glad with what you get, cuz

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Hope is a dangerous thing

Hope is a dangerous thing

Hope makes you think

It's noble to die trying (But it ain't!)

Yeah, hope is a dangerous thing

Hope is a dangerous thing

 

What's that they talk about? Mojo?

Well, I've run outta juice

Maybe I can get myself back into playing shape

But it probably ain't no use

These young kids coming up, they got all the moves

I'm just old news

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Hope is a dangerous thing

Hope's just the fall

That makes you feel like you're flying (But you ain't!)

Yeah, hope is a dangerous thing

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2. DIVINE

I can't help but wonder what's wrong with me

Why everything is a blunder; why there's always misery.

But now, forty years in, it's clear as air

I'm really nothing and they don't even care

I'm laying down tracks on the fly

For the runaway train that is my life

I'll probably never get to enjoy the ride

I thought I'd ride this rail to the end of the line

That was until I realized I wasn't divine

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Baby, it hurts all over and I ain't even that old

I feel that weight on my shoulders, like it was foretold

I carried plenty of cross, lord, but never bore no crown

Some folks can get lost, lord, and never be found

Maybe I'm a marked man

Cursed because of who I really am

Punished for being the next in line

I do believe if tested, I'd outshine

I'd prove that He could be bested

That I'm just as divine

 

It's just so unfair

What makes someone else a worthy heir?

Why him? Why her? Why not I?

Is it legit his will? Is it a grand design?

I shouldn't have to die until I get to be divine

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3. BOOK OF JOB

(INSTRUMENTAL)

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