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The Needle In His Arm (HMMA Award version)

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A long-time project that has taken several years to complete. Focus is on the media and entertainment industries.... A very versatile collection of songs.... that are driven by lyrical ponderings and observations from long ago to today about the various and "levels" of sacrifice awaiting those who are driven by their love for their hopes. The media and entertainment bizz is a rough one and the lyrics in this album paint a tale of the successes, boobytraps, dreams and pitfalls awaiting those who dedicate themselves to their internal voice that drives them forward to their dreams. Grab your earphones and sit back and partake in a lyrical journey ...thru ... HOLLYWOOD.

Lyrics

“The Needle In His Arm”
Words and Music by Chet Nichols
Copyright 2020 by Chester Nichols Jr. (ASCAP) / Magic Garage Music (ASCAP)
Magic Garage Music, PO Box 2398, Northbrook, IL 60065
http://www.chetnichols.net :: MagicGarageMusic@protonmail.com
MagicGarageMusic@me.com

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

VERSE 1
He went from earned abundance to the depths of total waste
Pushed away all he had worked for, just to have a little taste
Perhaps he never planned how he would celebrate success
So when that day arrived, he chose to feed his joy distress
CHORUS
Why was he thinking, he wasn’t doing any harm?
While his soul was crying, crying, crying from the needle in his arm

VERSE 2
Now, all of the accolades and all the awards
From the movers and the shakers, now only sound like empty chords
And all of the flicker shows will be playing back his past
But, all we’ll see is an empty space at the a reunion of the cast
CHORUS
Why was he thinking, he wasn’t doing any harm?
Till he woke up dreaming, dreaming, dreaming with a needle in his arm

BRIDGE
Now, what about the children that this evil leaves behind
As it steals away the most precious gift, the choice to give our time
Push back all these demons who lust to steal our precious love
Poisoning sweet futures with the back-side of a glove

VERSE 1
Friends and family they gather to cry and shake their heads
As they pay their last respects to him reclining on his final bed
Then they drift in single file out to a field that’s filled with stones
Touch his box with one last wish then turn away and he’s finally alone
CHORUS
Why was he thinking, he wasn’t doing any harm
Till he woke up dying, dying, dying with a needle in his arm
Why was he thinking, he wasn’t doing any harm?
Till he woke up dreaming, dreaming, dreaming with a needle in his arm

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