Verb Lyrics - Silage

Hubcaps sparkle in the curb 

Footsteps silently disturb 

The sidewalks, the clublights 

The streetlamps that burn 

All look good in the eyes of the world 

I like the music, the beats in my head 

The DJ, the MC, the flow of the band 

The tastes and smells, the vibe in the air 

Take away these, and I wouldn't even be here 

The problems you're seeing 

Are not in these things 

The music, the message 

It all says the same 

Are you hip to the concept? 

Are you hip to the verb? 

Our verbs are in line 

With the One who created 

The stars over Nashville 

And the ones over Vegas 

Bring it to them on the dos techniques and the microphone cone 

I condone the tone in the monitor zone 

Play me a song right now that I'll never forget 

And feel the kick inflect from fiberglass drumsets 

It makes it easy once you hear the speakin' from the Peavey's 

Recieving what you will, complements of the db's 

Who's your favorite band? 

Find your friend, make a dub 

Bought the ticket when they rolled through at the local club 

We say if they ain't divinely excited 

Watch the words that they write if not shrubs have been ignited 

Whatever we speak, we need to stay true to that 

God's response can be shocking like a thousand gigowatts 

Sometimes I feel like I'm running out of time 

And if I look through the eyes of the world, then I'd be blind 

When I feel like I'm yelling, sometimes it's like a whisper 

Then write songs that help prolong the life of the listener 

But I can't depend on me, 'cause really I can't do nothing 

So why in the world does the Devil keep fronting 

Tryin' to take what ain't his, like it's something he created 

And if you think he did, then my friend, you've been bamboozled 

When I speak from abundance, the Verbs are like power 

Counteract and break the back of the ones who devour 

Live musicians don't die, they just decompose 

If you chose to go with the One you know who rose