I'll admit that the waters below me are frozen
I can see that the skies above are wide open
I can hear the thunderous uproar of splendor
I can sense the fear of decadence
I'll admit that I'm spent when it comes to confusion
I can see through the wildest illusions
I can hear the applause of a million dead scholars
I can sense the awe that arrives in the morning
It's just like them, just like you to follow
It's just like them, just like you to lead
It's just like them, just like you to follow
Yes, It's just like them, just like you
just like you to lead
Just like you to lead
well, I'll admit that I've been fed up with the world around me
I can see that i have judged rather harshly
Yes, and I can hear the silence that was given to me
I can sense the presence of something
It's just like them, just like you to follow
Yes, it's just like them, just like you to lead
It's just like them, just like you to follow
Yes, it's just like them, just like them to lead
I'll admit that I'm still harboring resentment
I can see the anger is buried in me
I can hear magnificence in simple things
I can sense confusion all around me
It's just like them, yes it's just like you to follow
Yes, it's just like them, it's just like you, it's just like you to lead
I can hear the words that you are saying
I can sense you're hands bent and praying
It's just like them, it's just like you to follow
It's just like them, it's just like, just like, just like me
About Lead Or Follow
I had parts of this written on the guitar but altered it quite a bit when I was playing it live. That night, a lot of songs wanted to be rewritten.
I don’t mind the imperfection as it more closely resembles life. Most people would cut out breaths and smacked lips and little noises but sometimes I like them. It’s like listening to vinyl. Snap.. crack ..pop. It’s a mood.
Setting: Played live in the studio. No punch-ins or different takes. Warts and all.
Autotune or pitch correction: Fuck that. I’m not AI.
Recommendation: Listen alone with headphones, late at night in the dark or by candlelight, possibly naked or during a road trip through the desert.
Year of First Draft: 2007
Year of Creation: 2012