Selling the News (Live in Columbus, OH) – switchfoot

Welcome to the Holy City; the silver screen
Built with a lens and a low self esteem
A teenager’s plea for meaning and means
We’re selling the news

See, opinions are easier to swallow than facts
The greys instead of the whites and the blacks
If you shoot it too straight it won’t come back
We’re selling the news

See, money speaks volumes louder than words
And virtues with wings, maybe not quite at first
But salaries are paid by the ads not the verbs
We’re selling the news

See, all men are equal; all is for sale
A powerful dog has been chasing his tail
The lowest common denominator prevails
We’re selling the news

I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
But everything is in-between
The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction

I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
But everything is in-between
The fact is fiction
Suspicion is the new religion

America listens as the story is told
With the eye on the truth as the story unfolds
But the ratings determine which story was sold
We’re selling the news

Begging the question, mongering fears
Stroking the eyes and tickling ears
The truth is seldom just as it appears
We’re selling the news

I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
But everything is in-between
The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction

I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
But everything is in-between
The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction

I can see your talking heads
On the television set
On the Internet they said
The fact is fiction

Suspicion is the new religion

Substance, oh, substance, where have you been?
You’ve been replaced by the masters of spin
Who make good looking books and write history in
We’re selling the news

The lines start to blur; I get so confused
I get shiny new models mixed up with the blues
I get binary code mixed up with abuse
The facts are simply one option to choose

When nothing is sacred, there’s nothing to lose
When nothing is sacred, all is consumed
We’re still on the air, it must be the truth
We’re selling the news

I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
But everything is in-between
The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction

I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
But everything is in-between
The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction

I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
But everything I see is greed
The fact is fiction

Suspicion is the new religion

Hello Word Press….

Every time I hear a word or phrase it reminds me of a song…. its a gift what can i say some people find it funny, some people look at me and wonder how I got to the song I did when it seems to have nothing to do with the conversation that is going on. Others can’t stand it… I mean if I wasn’t me I suppose I might get a little annoyed if someone was always pseudo randomly singing a song all the time almost seemly at the drop of the hat. I was once referred to as a human juke box… It has always been easy for me to remember almost anything put to music…there have been some exceptions like multiplication rap- rock tape (from back in the day) and the Hebrew alphabet.

I don’t know how much I will post on here I mostly got a word press to keep up with my friends that have one so I would remember to read their blogs… already having a Tumblr, (which I mostly just post pictures or re-post things) and another blog or two I don’t know when Ill get back to you then again every word is a song or a line or set of lyrics to me so you may here from me again sooner then you think! maybe even tomorrow— “Tomorrow tomorrow I love ya tomorrow, your only a day a way