"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
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
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
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
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
“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
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
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
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
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
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