"Backstage"

Lyrics by Sean Forbes

Produced by Jake Bass for Boca J Music

Vocals, Drum Programming & Live Drums by Sean Forbes

Guitar, Bass & Keyboards by Jake Bass

Scratches by Robbie Wilde

Additional Vocals by Chrystal Starr

Recorded in Jake's Basement & Sean's Basement

Mixed at Bassment Sounds 2.0

Mastered by Adam Ayan at Gateway Mastering

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I really dislike the glamour boy stuff
Would rather be spreading the love
Tucked away eating stale sandwiches
Thinking of home, it’s comfort and advantages
Sleeping in my own bed, being with Jo
On the other hand, this is what I worked for
Getting in on the ground floor at 54
In a business like a swinging door
The dues have been minimal
Started out getting picked up at airports by chauffeur's
More than lucky that’s for sure

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Backstage
It's kinda lonely
Backstage
New York or California
Backstage
It’s almost show time
Backstage

 

I hate people who cry about the road
Just because I don’t, I miss my area code
Wife at home, carrying the load
Freeways, highways, hills, and horns
Are friends I’ve come to know
Every route I try to explore
Love learning, someday I will close the door
But complain
Sometimes I wane
But the mission remains the same
Got music in my veins

 

Backstage
It's kinda lonely
Backstage
New York or California
Backstage
It’s almost show time
Backstage

 

I’ve been keeping a diary in my head
Last thing I would say, this is something I dread
Never thought this would be widespread
Everything’s in motion, caused a commotion
Nothing for granted, no preconceived notion
I’ll remain outspoken for your support and promotion
Even love the anti’s for being ferocious
Even though back here it can be lonesome
I appreciate the love and devotion

Backstage
It's kinda lonely
Backstage
New York or California
Backstage
It’s almost show time
Backstage

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In the early days, I had someone tell me
I need to play the star
It's not easy for me
Never liked the audience too far
It’s kinda awkward, but I'm still honored
To be called the godfather
Though I really didn’t initiate
More like popularized
There were many before me who should be notarized
Trust me I can verify
To me it’s strange being glorified
But sitting back here it’s lonely
but to really complain, I’d have to lie

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Backstage
It's kinda lonely
Backstage
New York or California
Backstage
It’s almost show time
Backstage

Backstage
It's kinda lonely
Backstage
New York or California
Backstage
It’s almost show time
Backstage

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“Stand On Your Own”

Lyrics by Sean Forbes

Produced by Jake Bass for Boca J Music

Vocals by Sean Forbes

Music by Jake Bass

Scratches by Robbie Wilde

Additional Vocals by Scott Forbes

Additional Vocals by Ronnie Jacobs

Background Vocals by Chrystal Starr

Recorded in Jake's Basement & Sean's Basement

Mixed at Bassment Sounds 2.0

Mastered by Adam Ayan at Gateway Mastering

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When I perform, I ask people to raise their hands 
Tell them to take command, don’t hide in no­ man's land 
Deaf and Loud’s about moving up, allowing us to drive a truck 
Join the military, be respected as much 
It’s about unity, not saying you’re not deaf enough.
I’m profound, some are less, all are what? 
It’s about respect for each other, striving to be better 
Helping others out of the gutter, Being sisters and brothers 

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Stand on your own 
Let your voice be known 
Stand on your own 
Let your voice be known 
Stand on your own 
Stand on your own 

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Some blind people see shadows, they’re still called blind 
If you went to a deaf school or had services, you fall in line 
Can’t talk on the phone, I need captions 
Do what I do from vibrations, enough with the distractions 
We need to unite, not divide, teach the world how to sign 
Not sit back in spite, causing declines 
Be a voice that appeals, creating ordeals 
Painting yourself in a corner, demons revealed 
I couldn’t imagine walking away from my pack 
The love I’m shown will always give back 
That's why when I tell you to stand, respect 
You’ll never connect, segregating some from the rest 
Welcome people, this isn’t a clique, makes me sick 
A note from a doctor to show your deafness, total disconnect 
Be one who invents, not one who causes descents 
We’ve come a long way, it never ends 

 

Stand on your own 
Let your voice be known 
Stand on your own 
Let your voice be known 
Stand on your own 
Stand on your own 

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Looking back, we were in institutions 
We weren’t Hitler’s perfect humans 
Even blue-eyed blondes without hearing started disappearing 
Said we couldn’t be fixed, couldn’t raise kids 
Salt on stitches, dead or in prisons 
Sick people on sidelines reassuring 
No intuition, near extinction 
Sick thinking, total division, oblivination because of diction 
What we’re they thinking, fiction 
Really happened didn’t it, passion 
Crazy actions, they really mapped this 
Being apathetic, non-magnetic, there I said it 
So poetic, pot-stirring non-alluring, I’m out touring, 
Keeps occurring, peoples lack of community 
Not sharing opportunities, truthfully it’s cruelty 
Some brutally, coming down on ones not like you, not like me 
Because of acoustical lunacy, fluently, dreams killed
Methodically, we’re from the same tree 
One thing in common, you and me 

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Stand on your own 
Let your voice be known 
Stand on your own 
Let your voice be known 
Stand on your own 
Stand on your own 
Take the oath