From The Archives: Nine Leaves "Underneath It All"

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Track 4 from the album Volume Three (2004-2005)
Vocals written and performed by Zack Hemsey, Chad McCarthy, and Dave Cazeau
Music Composed and Arranged by Zack Hemsey
Mastered by Lou Hemsey and Zack Hemsey
Artwork & Design by Omead Afshari
For the instrumental version of this song: • Nine Leaves - "Underne...
For additional insight into Nine Leaves: zackhemsey.blogspot.com/2022/...

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@ZackHemsey Жыл бұрын

Another song (from 2005) that never saw the light of day until now. For the instrumental version of this song: kzbin.info/www/bejne/i3mXcppqr5pgas0 For additional insight into Nine Leaves: zackhemsey.blogspot.com/2022/08/what-is-nine-leaves.html Spotify: tinyurl.com/VolThree-Spotify Apple Music: tinyurl.com/VolThree-Apple Bandcamp: tinyurl.com/VolThree-Bandcamp Deezer: tinyurl.com/VolThree-Deezer TIDAL: tidal.com/browse/album/240917855

@the0netruth Жыл бұрын

Oh they both are still kickin, good riddance!

@syncshot3677 Жыл бұрын

Zack, you are genuinely one of the most talented artists ever to grace this platform.

@alexandrasko3725 Жыл бұрын

I hope you live a very long life, Zack. People like you make the world spin

@Eric-kt6kv Жыл бұрын

I did some research on the collaborators for this piece. I didn't find much on Chad McCarthy, but I love how Dave Cazeau is a therapist and social worker

@theingush9667 Жыл бұрын

Lyrics: There's a smile upon her face But underneath her face Her shoulders bear the weight There's not much more before she breaks Not much more that she can take So she'll take her life is the thought when distraught Is it something we've been taught Is it wrong Is it something that belongs Is it underneath my palms There's a smile upon his face But underneath his face His shoulders bear the weight There's not much more before he breaks Not much more that he can take So he'll take his life is the thought when distraught Is it something we've been taught Is it wrong Is it something that belongs Is it underneath my palms Underneath the faces lie thick lines of facial features Tears and hateful speeches said to self when days would equal Up to nothing, not that she was up to nothing good But the love she dealt to everyone was kept like they were glue She kept giving to keep living and wept into her room Never regret giving she kept sitting reflecting on her mood She hid it all inside and passed these patrons by with smiles She crocodile grinned and pretend they were worth her while Sending her smirk with style, she kept those people on a pedestal Letting through emotions, however never exchanging views Hating you for not returning the love she handed Granted you never knew her but liked when you shaked hands With a cycle of life turned to deal with all of the pain Into her palm clutched a rifle it goes bang Advantages of emotional moments in life learned Those moments are like learning that fire just might burn There's a smile upon her face But underneath her face Her shoulders bear the weight Not much more before she breaks Not much more that she can take She'll take her life is the thought when distraught Is it something we've been taught Is it wrong Is it something that belongs Is it underneath my palms There's a smile upon his face But underneath his face His shoulders bear the weight There's not much more before he breaks Not much more that he can take So he'll take his life is the thought when distraught Is it something we've been taught Is it wrong Is it something that belongs Is it underneath my palms Underneath the straight A status A manner void malice The hand raised for pleasantly speaking in classes The quiet isolated Visually fascinated with the social abilities that the other kids played with It made him self-conscious 'Cause silence was his bondage from life Imagination becoming his world common He grew intoxicated with pictures and illustration It made his escaping for when the other kids played him An escape that only grew to rhymes and tapes Emerging inside of a culture where they shared his state And it's a cool state Separate the crowds of thugs The common theme love Greeted in with pounds and hugs Underneath the isolation he found his art Underneath the mainstream he was releasing his heart Underneath the childhood where hew as quiet as kept Emerged a grown man blessed with the spiritual depth There's a smile upon her face But underneath her face Her shoulders bear the weight There's not much more before she breaks Not much more that she can take She'll take her life is the thought when distraught Is it something we've been taught Is it wrong Is it something that belongs Is it underneath my palms There's a smile upon his face But underneath his face His shoulders bear the weight There's not much more before he breaks Not much more that he can take He'll take his life is the thought when distraught Is it something we've been taught Is it wrong Is it something that belongs Is it underneath my palms Underneath his palms Lies a twisted psalm One decision spawned by the story in a song How he longed to be loved like that How he wished his family would've looked at him like that Beaten with that five-hued belt resting on the shelf This is how he felt If fury comes in five colors That's just enough to evenly be spread on each one of my knuckles He wrapped the buckle tight across his fist Then the fight that was missed all his life would now begin Standing over both his parents deep asleep in bed The first blows to the head opened the door to more red Now an orphaned boy he could finally begin to look ahead And underneath it all with a smile upon his face He could begin to look ahead

@sinzetsu5760 Жыл бұрын

Thanks man