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Waiting To Be Heard

from This Side Of The Grave (album) by N. Sherman

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I met a drunk old man while waiting for a train
Whiskey on his breath and speech slurred
But one look into his eyes, those oceans of pain
I knew he had a story just waiting to be heard
He said he’d had a lot of things like women, drink, and wealth
Couldn’t seem to get this emptiness cured
He said it’s all just endless noises humming in our heads
And son, those noises ain’t waiting to be heard

Oh, my brothers and sisters
We are beggars in a city
And silver and gold won’t fill the pockets of our souls

I’ve got this stirring in my soul that’s urging me to move
This tune of life, it’s a broken record
Well, I’ve had enough, I’m lifting the needle from the groove
There’s got to be a new song that’s waiting to be heard

I’m listening for that trumpet, I’m listening for that trumpet
I’m listening for the sound of my Lord

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from This Side Of The Grave (album), released May 1, 2015

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N. Sherman Kelowna, British Columbia

With a sound that has garnered comparisons of Nick Drake and Elliott Smith, N. Sherman's songwriting illuminates the strange, dark, and beautiful areas of humanity. Taking a bold new lyrical direction and a more thoughtful approach to sparse arrangements, his debut full-length record "I Left a Candle Burning" was released last year. ... more

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