Hey Gil, this can't be the truth that you were after
After all is said and done, now Gil
What is the measure of our lives
What is worth fighting for
Gil, you did not survive in America
Too few doing as you said, too many doing as you did
But Gil, somewhere I swear
it's still the First Minute of a New Day
Always be new people waking up
and coming 'round to the things you had to say
I heard it said Gil, that words are like jails
that it's actions that matter so much more
But what if words are all we have to give
and what if those words burn right to the core
'Cause even as your life went up in flames
As you went falling through that crack
Those words were reaching out right across the world
Giving someone somewhere something back
they did not have before
Hey Gil, this can't be the truth that you were after
Hey Gil, tell me the truth that you were after
The quietly moving songs on “Emanations” showcase the nimble guitar work of Saul Guanipa, each piece warm & melodic. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 31, 2022