Count your successes and your failures,
But in the end they don’t matter..
If you’re striving to make it golden,
Then you’ll find what you’re after.

Strike gold in the strange places,
with guidance and extraordinaire,
Sweep of the insecurities,
and let love open your door.

I’m frustratingly, out of my league,
to the highest degree.

Peaceful embroidery, doesn’t mean a thing to me.
Because what’s inside might be the end of humanity.
Peaceful embroidery, won’t repeal your plea.
Peaceful embroidery, doesn’t mean a thing to me.

I’ve lived in a hundred different places,
but it’s never felt like home,
and upon this pink horizon, 
I shrink down to my bones.

It’s a beautiful requiem in an honest tune,
do you know what is equal?
 Maybe, I should tell you

That I’ve lived through all of this harassment,
and I will die not knowing what started all this madness.

Peaceful embroidery, doesn’t mean a thing to me.
Because what’s inside might be the end of humanity.
Peaceful embroidery, won’t repeal your plea.
Peaceful embroidery, doesn’t mean a thing to me.

That I’ve lived through all of this harassment,
and I will die not knowing what started all this madness.

Peaceful embroidery, doesn’t mean a thing to me.
Because what’s inside might be the end of humanity.
Peaceful embroidery, won’t repeal your plea.
Peaceful embroidery, what’s your reality?
What’s your reality?

Here we go,
Certain of our hearts.
This is real,
Let our fate decide.

Peaceful Embroidery

Oasis (Interlude)

Let the truth be known that you’re not a loser,
But things don’t always go your way…
and I promise that you’ll be somebody someday.

Let the truth be known that we all need to be freed,
and left to choose for ourselves, 
don’t ever listen to them.

and I want you to realize that there’s 
something else on the other side.
and I want you to open your mind,
 to this feeling,
this knowledge,
this perplexing good life.

Ya da da da da da da da da,
Ya da da da da da da da da.

Let the truth be known that we’ve all had some time,
to open up to this world we go through,
and I hope it seeks you out.

Let the truth be known that I’m so hopelessly scared,
of the wars that we wage,
They’ll probably never change.

and I want you to realize that there’s 
something else on the other side.
and I want you to open your mind,
 to this feeling,
this knowledge,
this perplexing good life.

Ya da da da da da da da da,
Ya da da da da da da da da.
Ya da da da da da da da da,
Ya da da da da da da da da.

We’re gonna get through this,
we’re gonna get out of here. (x4)

We’re gonna get through this,
 we are gonna get through this,
we’re gonna get through this,
 yeah, we’re gonna get through this.

Ya da da da da da da da da,
Ya da da da da da da da da.


Real Eyes

My words will never be valued,
Most of all I’ve got nothing to say,
In this perception I cannot advocate.

I will not be trusted, I don’t know this feeling, 
How can I consciously say that we should stop it?
I wish I had this feeling, I wish I had this..

It’s a breakdown, the structure of society,
 at the middle of a crossroad.
I don’t know this feeling, why are you doing this?
I wish I could experience, Life the way you do.

I see you trying to pick up the girl,
It’s not working, you keep persisting, sending her out the door.
Why can’t I feel this? 
My hearts sunk in..
Good fortune never ran through my veins, good fortune never ran..

It’s a breakdown, the structure of society,
 at the middle of a crossroad.
I don’t know this feeling, why are you doing this?
I wish I could experience, Life the way you do.

I’m diverging my own route,
I’m relinquishing all doubt..
That in these previous days, 
We were all once filled with shame.
We were all once filled with shame..

It’s a breakdown, the structure of society,
 at the middle of a crossroad.
I don’t know this feeling, why are you doing this?
I wish I could experience, Life the way you do.

And I’m tired of you judging me,
Like I don’t know about the freedom.
And I’m tired of you telling me, 
Like I don’t know how to speak up
And I’m tired of you telling me,
Like I’m like you, cause I’m not like you at all.

It’s a, It’s a, It’s a.


The Way You Do

Why does every day, feel like yesterday?
Why does everyone, always look at me the same way?

I miss the days
Where I could remain
In an isolated cage
Where your words could not be seen

Will you, seek help?
 I don’t where to find your place
And all of these lies,
Oh they’ll never be replaced.
So I’ll live, and I’ll live today.

Is it clear that I’m not the person you see?
There is so much more than you make it up to be.

I miss the years
Where I won it every time,
This is not my year,
So I’m stuck inside your lines.

Will you, seek help?
 I don’t where to find your place
And all of these lies,
Oh they’ll never be replaced.
So I’ll live, and I’ll live today.

I’m stuck inside your lines (x4)


Stuck Inside Your Lines

These bright ideas all seem to show their age. 
This referendum claims you’re gonna rain on my parade.
You’re gonna rain on my parade, 
you’re gonna rain on my parade,
you’re gonna rain on my parade, 
you’re gonna rain on my parade.


Parade (Intro)

Song written by Musos at Southern Cross University, Lismore, NSW, Australia

This recording consists of:
Jake Byrnes - Guitar - Australia
Sarah Johnstone - Vocals - New Zealand
RJ Bergman - Vocals & Piano - America

I Hate You by The Tri-Nationals

Song recorded by Musos at Southern Cross University, Lismore, NSW, Australia.

Written by RJ Bergman

Recording consists of:
Jake Byrnes - Piano - Australia
Sarah Johnstone - Vocals - New Zealand
RJ Bergman - Guitar & Vocals - America

Lovely Little Times by The Tri-Nationals

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An adaptation of my original song 'Lovely Little Times' for the Appalachian State Office of Sustainability Songwriting Competition for Earth Month.




Sustaining Lovely Little Times

Five-Piece Hustle is a poem by Affrilachian Poet Shayla Lawson, a native of Lexington, Kentucky.  
I interviewed Shayla and chose to do this song from her book "A Speed Education in Human Being" (2013) for a class on Affrilachian Stories I took at Appalachian State. 

It consists of five parts, all starting with "Put on your coat, I am a lightning bolt" 

I hope you enjoy this arranagment as it has taken a good while to put together!

Five-Piece Hustle, a poem by Shayla Lawson

RJ Bergman is an American singer/songwriter born in Duluth, Minnesota. Currently residing in Boone, North Carolina, he plays predominately acoustic rock/pop music. Easy to listen to and full of heart, he writes how he feels about the world around him. In melodious fashion RJ expresses how writing has healed him and how he hopes his audience can also be healed and enlightened.

RJ Bergman

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