Are you stuck in a doorway?
Can’t seem to find your way out?
And the clues you’ve been counting on
Never seem to add up?
You can’t wait forever for someone to show you the route.
You could hide, Baby
Or you could learn to fly!
All the bankers, lawyers and teachers
Have lied to your face!
Telephone schemers and dreamers
Have left in disgrace!
There’s a storm on the skyline
And it looks like it’s headed for us!
You could hide, Baby
Or you could learn to fly!
There’s blood in the streets
And lust in the moon
Children are running from the bombs and the ruin
If your heart is confused
It’s not so hard to believe
You could run, Baby
Or you could learn to fly
When the dust finally settles
Do you think we’ll be able to see?
Through the clouds of deception,
And terrible torment of greed?
It doesn’t take much to feel
In the air we all breathe
We ‘re all one, baby
And we were born to fly
We were born to fly!
We were born to fly!
We were born to fly!
The latest album by Phill Reynolds, a project of Italian singer Silva Martino Cantele, takes listeners on an Americana-fueled musical ride. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2022
More smoky, melancholy folk from Italian singer-songwriter Phill Reynolds, laced with elements of Americana, country, and the blues. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 13, 2021