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performance:jason harvey: noises | voice
michael ambro: noises | voice
paul ambro: noises | voice
dennis harvey: noises | voice
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition | mixing | recording
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production
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performance:composition/production:
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all sounds by various artistsextra composition/production:dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:jason harvey: bass guitar
michael ambro: guitar
paul ambro: guitar
dennis harvey: keyboards | noises | voice
composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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all sounds by various artistsextra composition/production:dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:composition/production:jason harvey: composition
michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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None of them knew him by name
Until they drove him away
His innocence made them furious
When he broke the mold it made them curious
His unapologetic love is what they found so dangerous
Now that their dreams are all the same
They cannot stop remembering
The moments each of them started believing
The powers that kept them from healing
With no one standing in the way
They’re crumbling under the strain
His exodus impulsive was holy
The one thing that could not be taken
The volume of opinions was always growing
He couldn’t help making the connection
A lifetime condition to atone for
The future that he was missing
They were always pressured to control him
When they were the ones that needed the convincing
However low whatever they would throw made no difference
Because the only thing gone noticed was the power in his resistance
Where his eyes found the skies his feet found the ground
And a powerful will to keep him there
He’s no glutton for punishment but he’s learned well enough
To know that he will always care
He was well aware they had him outnumbered
Leaving all the experts to expertly wonder
Why the fire in their hearts did not give them what they were after
There was not an ounce of love in their hearts whatsoever
But he still cherishes their memory and he still remembers everything
The crusadists scouting and shouting and spitting in his face
They were all that he listened to but not the way they wanted him to
Broadcast on every medium the message was getting through
They were all that he listened to but not the way they wanted him to
His labor of love is driving him all the way back to
A place of vindication that will not come today
Too late too soon or by the way of highly persuasive
Talent agents polling data or a re-education
It was journey to the next stage or never know each other
He was well aware they had him far outnumbered
He was never out there to steal their precious thunder
He was never one of them in the eyes of his beholdersperformance:jason harvey: bass guitar
david beck: drums
mohadev bhattacharyya: guitar
jon beal: keyboards | voice
composition/production:jason harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording
jon beal: composition | recording
mohadev bhattacharyya: composition | recording
david beck: composition
extra composition/production:dennis harvey: mastering | mixing
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performance:dennis harvey: all instruments
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording