Top Songs By Daniel McBrearty
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Daniel McBrearty
Saxophone
David Tope Choir
Background Vocals
Charles N. Chidi Anya
Electric Bass Guitar
Francesca Prattico
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel McBrearty
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel McBrearty
Producer
Charly De Pessemier
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
It's a January Saturday
The streets are like a latter-day inferno
Full of medieval saints
We're all running round like rats
Wooly sweaters, Christmas hats
My idea of paradise this ain't
Life is long
Like a Dead Man's Arms
What makes us feel like also rans in this human race
We collect and we consume
We forget then we resume
And we know we can't continue at this pace
About fifteen years ago, some clever bastard in the know
Found a way to find computers sing like birds
Now everybody's got a Cray
And we stare at them all day
They fill us up with never ending words
Life is long
Like a Dead Man's Arms
And I feel like being silent is no disgrace
Though I'm guilty as the next man
Of believing that a text can
Somehow make me feel more wanted in this place
Life is long
Like a Dead Man's Arms
Well perhaps I'm getting older
Or the trail is getting colder
I don't run around the way that once I did
And the world can live without
Those little hooks I threw about
Anyway, who am I trying to kid
Life is long
Like a Dead Man's Arms
And I don't mind seeing wrinkles in my face
I don't care for new beginnings
I'll cash in and take my winnings
And I'll tip the barman
When I leave this place
Writer(s): Clifford Mcbrearty
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