P R O G R E S S (Single)


Michael Conrad's debut single "Progress" reflecting on political, ethical, economical and social norms in the modern world.

P R O G R E S S (Single)

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P R O G R E S S (Single)

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Michael Conrad's debut single "Progress" reflecting on political, ethical, economical and social norms in the modern world.

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LYRICS  "PROGRESS"

 

I've watched the poor fall short and the rich stay rich

Wondering what it'd be like to watch the situation switch

Seeing the other side of a long pondered question

Without traction action interaction or abstraction

 

Reaction is key it comes from you and me

Let's help the whole wide world move towards reality

Help the blind to see the wayward to believe

Speakers stand and take action and the silent to scream

 

Don't you give it all up

As you light another up like you don't give a fuck

But when's enough enough I'm calling that bluff

Puff puff pass too fast step on the gas it won't last

 

But isn't it nice to have everything well under your control 

And isn't it nice to take back all the pieces that made you whole

Isn't it strange the messages tend to offend more than they defend

Isn't it strange that those messages lose all their meaning in the end

 

Progress seems to have lost its way

Working backwards much faster as the masters of disaster

Bring some chaos to the moment if you have it then own it

But don't forget to directly project the words you subject to the world

 

Mic check is this thing still on

Are these songs too long gone on from dusk till dawn

Just a pawn all along hit the bong crack pipe

Light the night out of sight right or wrong or belong

 

To the fear that dwells within

Let it corse through your veins until it drains into your brain

And as it bleeds out feel it come right back

Flashback action packed matter of fact I lost track

 

But isn't it nice to have everything well under your control 

And isn't it nice to take back all the pieces that made you whole

Isn't it strange the messages tend to offend more than they defend

Isn't it strange that those messages lose all their meaning in the end

 

But never give up on the place once called your home

And try to pick up all the pieces that've shaped and made you whole

Ran out of luck on the stars rearranging themselves

In their dreams coming back around begging for something anything real

 

And isn't it strange

The messages tend to offend more than they defend

Isn't it strange that those messages lose all their meaning in the end

(Those messages lose all their meaning in the end)

 

 

RUN TIME  -  3:32