Melanie Jansen

Melanie Jansen

BandJazzSinger/Songwriter

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Lyrics

That's OK

Written By: Melanie Jansen

See all the people as they walk by
Shopping malls, sky scraping walls
Running overtime, and then there are
Children wrapped in a barbed wire fence
No one else will pay the price for their innocence
But from election to election it all makes sense

CHORUS:
That's OK, we can keep going for another day
Right or wrong will there ever be another way?
And will all things return to dust?
Will we think of all the questions we're too afraid to ask?
Maybe we'll find answers at the bottom of that glass
(2 - out on the streets at dusk)
(3,4 - in the hands that carry us)

Letters from far away flash up on the screen,
A coffee cup then light it up
Sip a cocktail, make a dream
It doesn't seem like we've got our own third world right here
Equal rights aren't always cut so clear
Could you imagine living in your own country in fear?

CHORUS

And history moves like migrating birds
The future needs only recollection to be heard
If we're looking at examples we should know that this won't work
And don't worry we'll look after them still,
They just can't read or write or pay their doctor's bills
I'm sorry we've come to expect such good will.

CHORUS x 2

CODA:
See all the people as they walk by

Out of Gold

Written By: Melanie Jansen

Verse 1:
Who to believe? Is anyone aware
Of the thousands of different ways to look,
At problems with millions of sides.
So many reflections, tangents and lies.
Keep pouring money into bottomless conflict,
All the thoughts, love and prayer can't compare with it,
It's sad to think that's always the bottom line,
Even in the face of this modern liberation of mine.

Chorus 1:
What will we live for when everything is sold?
Will the lights all burn on nothingness or will we just run out of gold?

Verse 2:
The men in suits I always wonder
Did they start out wanting to create and then ended up with hate?
Did their spirits burn out all too soon?
Greed left behind shells of the men who believed that they could walk on the moon and now say,
A country isn't built on idealistic dreams,
Our very human nature doesn't allow these things,
Our reality is made up of dollar signs and forms,
Always struggling for a balance somehow weathering the storms.

Chorus 2:
What will we live for when everything is sold?
Will our hearts just beat on nothingness or will we just run out of gold?

Verse 3:
All our good deeds are strangled with red tape,
Those Nations United keep talking
And fly over the world for discussions
And speak of repurcussions
And wonder whether the angel is worth oil, coal, trade or next year's fashions.

Looks like we're running out of gold,
Hold onto the angel and her hope,
Don't let us run out of gold.

chorus 3:
What will we live for when everything is sold?
Will nirvana come out of nothingness or will we just run out of gold?

Out of Gold

Written By: Melanie Jansen

Verse 1:
Who to believe? Is anyone aware
Of the thousands of different ways to look,
At problems with millions of sides.
So many reflections, tangents and lies.
Keep pouring money into bottomless conflict,
All the thoughts, love and prayer can't compare with it,
It's sad to think that's always the bottom line,
Even in the face of this modern liberation of mine.

Chorus 1:
What will we live for when everything is sold?
Will the lights all burn on nothingness or will we just run out of gold?

Verse 2:
The men in suits I always wonder
Did they start out wanting to create and then ended up with hate?
Did their spirits burn out all too soon?
Greed left behind shells of the men who believed that they could walk on the moon and now say,
A country isn't built on idealistic dreams,
Our very human nature doesn't allow these things,
Our reality is made up of dollar signs and forms,
Always struggling for a balance somehow weathering the storms.

Chorus 2:
What will we live for when everything is sold?
Will our hearts all beat on nothingness or will we just run out of gold?

Verse 3:
All our good deeds are strangled with red tape,
Those Nations United keep talking
And fly over the world for discussions
And speak of repercussions
And wonder whether the angel is worth oil, coal, trade or next year's fashions.

Looks like we're running out of gold,
Hold onto the angel and her hope,
Don't let us run out of gold.

chorus 3:
What will we live for when everything is sold?
Will nirvana come out of nothingness or will we just run out of gold?