A Jazzy Latin-Soul Rhythmic and Organic number with great musical drive
Composed, produced, arranged, programmed and sang by Monday Michiru
Flute: Donny McCaslin
Keyboards: Henry Hey
Wood Bass: Boris Kozlov
Midi recording by Monday Michiru
Live recording and mix by Dave Darlington at Bass Hit, NYC
Mastering by Mark Wilder at Sony Studios, NYC
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fiogf49gjkf0d HUNG UP
You were always on top of your game
Had a lot goin' for you
A triple threat on the road to fame
and no one could touch ya
Maybe you played too much, too hard
A hare with her natural skills
So much in your hands, yet you didn't play your cards
and now you're afraid you're over the hill
You're hung up
Shook up
Don't know what to do
Need a leg up
A pick up
Find the way back to you
Just look up
Get up
And you'll understand
You're hung up
Caught up
In a mental quicksand
Stuck in the same ol' groove
waiting for a new day
Can't do the same ol' moves
gotta find a new way
Did you know that I looked up to you
You were my inspiration
But I guess I paid my dues
Worked hard for my destinations
Life challenged, but you dodged its blows
Riding on your natural skills
When Time came for you to collect on what you owe
You still can't pay your bills
CHORUS
If you think about how life works out
There's no rhyme or reason sometimes
But even if you're born beneath the brightest star
There's no guarantee
Nothing is for free
Passion is the secret source of life
Flex to reach the highest you can
Just give yourself a chance for happiness and light
Sow the seeds of love
The future will come
Hung up on the little things
that blinds you from seeing what's reality
Trapped in your fantasy
You're still caught up trying to squeeze
what you were born with
Can't you see you're running low
On empty
Look inside yourself and you may find your fire
You've been longing for
That desire
Don't you worry 'bout that hill
It's never too late
Born wit nine, but you used 8
C'mon, don't wait
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