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letra de fifty percent - howell dawdy

trying to find a reason to keep being alive
so i’ve been readin’ a lot of brochures
when you’re down on your luck or you feel trapped in a rut
there’s just so little about which you can be sure
you know that life has a ledger, and at the end of each measure
you gotta pay the devil his due
but when that bell tolls and they gotta dig you a hole
is he ahead or is it finally you?

’cause now you’re through with the toil and foiled dreams
while he’s barely clutching the reins of all his deals and his schemes
they say the house always wins, but then along comes the wind
and the whole thing just comes apart at the seams
what’s it mean, what’s it, mean?
i put a comma in between there
changing the nature of the question being asked
we gotta punctuate our lives if we intend to survive
with these little pauses to keep it from going by too fast

you see the whole thing’s a game and the rules are mystery
you gotta find the foul lines in the dark
there’s no i in team, but there’s an m and an e
so you gotta puzzle together what kinda me you are
they say to lead from the back, but stay ahead of the pack
why go low when the air’s nicer up above?
but then anything worth finding like gold or a diamond
lies down low in the dirt and the mud
you gotta find time to dance, find time to read
find time to be mindful and find time to just be
let your words be as slim as a caterpillar limb
but your actions as vast as the sea
leave that porch light on for when new strangers come along
with the gift of a new soul to know
and know that whenever somebody leaves
they leave a sp-ce where they used to be
into which you are now able to grow

you ever think about all the moments in that symphony of events
that had to happen for you to even exist?
how every single one of them coulda gone the other way
just as easily as it went the way it did?
and when you add up all these moments, stack them opposite the void
one thing becames crystal clear
it was every bit as likely, in the grand scheme of things
that you, as you, wouldn’t even be here
(it was every bit as likely, in the grand scheme of things
that you, as you, wouldn’t even be here)

there was only a fifty percent chance of you ever happening
there was only a fifty percent chance that you’d live this life
you would’ve never been born, you would’ve never been you
if the coin had landed on the other side
there was only a fifty percent chance of you ever happening
you coulda been a frog or some air in a empty room
but you lucked out my friend because something had to happen
and it turned out it might as well be you
you coulda had a different dad
you coulda had a different mom
it was fifty percent
you coulda been a fish or a dog
you coulda been born on a planet with no air to breathe
it was fifty percent
you coulda been a rock or a tree

there was only a fifty percent chance you’d live this life

- howell dawdy

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