Name: The Faultline by Faultline Omega
Duration: 4 min 8 s
Description: This song is about how dysfunctional our society is. Only God can straighten this mess out.

This song is about how dysfunctional our society is. Only God can straighten this mess out. 

The Faultline

#country #barroom #drunk #sad #blues #singingtheblues

Lyrics:

Just one more
I’ll have just one more
Then I’ll be done with all this drunk 
just one more

It started out a starry life
Full of songs and dreams
But something grabbed her early on
Slowing her happy beat 
She tried to smile and mask
Sadly, pain was just too much to bear
Numb was the only way out
From a bottle she found somewhere 

Her drink became her life
her life became her drunk
Punishment and reward
One and the same 
All about the same
Just one more
I just need one more and I’ll be good
Then I’ll be done with all this drunk 
just one more
Then I’ll be good

A life tapestry she stitched
Drink by drink, lie by lie
She told herself so she’d stop asking why
Careless nights Numbing the pain
Creating a masterpiece of stolen dreams 
Of utter disgrace… of complete abandon
Of ignorant envy of a life tossed aside 
Of hatred born of emptiness 
From the bottle she found somewhere 

Banging them,
Banging them,
Down just right
Drinking them down tonight 
Just one more
I just need one more
Then I’ll be done with all this drunk 
just one more (just one more. One more)

Just one more
I’ll have just one more
Then I’ll be done with all this drunk 
just one more…

just one more

“WASTED YOUTH”

Verse
Running wild with reckless dreams,
Burning fast like gasoline.
Never listening, never learning,
Now we’re watching bridges burning.

Pre-Chorus
No rewind, no second take,
Too far gone to hit the brakes.

Chorus
Youth—wasted on the young ones,
Running till the fire’s gone.
Youth—chasing down the madness,
Never knowing right from wrong.

Verse
Fists in the air, we lived too loud,
Now we’re lost inside the crowd.
Thought we owned the world back then,
Now we’re ghosts in the wind.

Pre-Chorus
No rewind, no second take,
Too far gone to hit the brakes.

Chorus
Youth—wasted on the young ones,
Running till the fire’s gone.
Youth—chasing down the madness,
Never knowing right from wrong.

Bridge
Looking back, it’s clear to see,
What we had was never free.
But we burned it all away,
And now there’s nothing left to say.

Chorus
Youth—wasted on the young ones,
Running till the fire’s gone.
Youth—chasing down the madness,
Never knowing right from wrong.

Outro
Wasted youth… gone too fast…

Wasted Youth

Love Unraveled

London’s still calling (and we are cool)

No more (Kings)

A track for the album 'Black Soul'

Arranged by Felicia Black

Many people may be familiar with the 1977 version of this song by Ram Jam.  But it's origins go back much further in time.  "Black Betty" is a traditional African-American work song often credited to Huddie "Lead Belly" Ledbetter as the author.  But, the song was first recorded by U.S. musicologists John and Alan Lomax in 1933, performed a cappella by the convict James Baker (also known as Iron Head) and a group at Central State Farm, Sugar Land, Texas - a prison.  As Lomax states 'Black Betty' is not a woman, but rather "she is the whip that was and is used in some Southern prisons."  The song probably goes back even further into the 19th century and was sung by black workers and slaves.  This is our version based on the oldest documented lyrics.

Lyrics recorded in Lomax's 'American Ballads & Folk Songs'

Oh, Lawd, Black Betty,
Bambalamb,
Oh, Lawd, Black Betty,
Bambalamb,
Black Betty had a baby,
Bambalamb,
Black Betty had a baby,
Bambalamb.
Oh, Lawd, Black Betty,
Bambalamb,
Oh, Lawd, Black Betty,
Bambalamb,
It de cap'n's baby,
Bambalamb,
It de cap'n's baby,
Bam-ba-lamb.
Oh, Lawd, Black Betty,
Bambalamb,
Oh, Lawd, Black Betty,
Bambalamb,
But she didn' feed de baby,
Bambalamb,
But she didn' feed de baby,
Bambalamb,
Oh, Lawd, Black Betty,
Bambalamb,
Oh, Lawd, Black Betty,
Bambalamb,
Black Betty, where'd you come from?
Bambalamb,
Black Betty, where'd you come from?
Bambalamb.





Black Soul

Black Betty

This Is Freedom (Who You Fighting For)

Purse Milk

Cowards’ Dance

Hello, can anybody hear me at all
Been walking on this same road...and i just..
Wanna know, can anyone see me..at all

You know-I’ve been lost, wandering alone,
In a world that feels like stone.
I swear i've been reaching out, but no one’s ever near,
Just echoes of my quiet fear.( can't you hear?)

I know right now-I’m just a voice, a fading call,
Hoping someone sees it all.(can anyone see me at all)

Do you hear me in the night? ( every night)
Do you see my flickering light? (All night)

Dear someone who cares,(who cares)
Are you out there somewhere?
I’m clinging to a thread so fine,
Hoping love will cross the line.
Dear someone who cares,(who cares)
I’m waiting, I swear.
One kind word, one gentle face,
To remind me this world’s not a waste.

Lately-the sky’s so gray, the air so still,
Every dream i have feels so hard to fill.
But I can keep holding on, keep this fading flame from dying,
And even though I don’t even know your name.

I don’t need a perfect plan,(no-no)
Just a touch to help me stand.

Show me a lil kindness, just a bit of spark,
To guide me through this endless dark.

Dear someone who cares,(who cares)
Are you out there somewhere?
I’m clinging to a thread so fine,
Hoping love will cross the line.
Dear someone who cares,(who cares)
I’m waiting, I swear.
One kind word, one gentle face,
To remind me this world’s not a waste.

If you hear this, don’t delay,(are you there?)
I need a sign to light my way.(are you there?)
Just a moment, just a glance,(are you there?)
To prove I still have a chance.(are you there?)
Dear someone...Are you there? Whoa oh oh

Dear someone who cares,(who cares)
Are you out there somewhere?
I’m clinging to a thread so fine,
Hoping love will cross the line.
Dear someone who cares,(who cares)
I’m waiting, I swear.
One kind word, one gentle face,
To remind me this world’s not a waste.

So I’ll keep calling, keep my heart wide,
Hoping someone’s on the other side.
Dear someone who hears this prayer,
I’m still here please show you care.
Dear someone, dear someone...
Whoa ohh ohhh 



Dear Someone( Who Cares)

Faultline Omega is a techno collaboration based in Texas, United States of America. We are cultivating a new genre of techno music we call Texas Techno or Tex-Tech. Join the revolution!

The Faultline

Faultline Omega

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