3-time Finalist for Best Song & Best Acoustic/Americana Song in the Hollywood Music In Media Awards.
This is an authentic song about the unforgiving, evil and sorrowful life of addicts. Addiction is not their friend, as it steals away their chance to live a beautiful life on a beautiful planet. These people need our help and love, so they can reach a positive fulfillment of their lives.
“The Needle In His Arm”
Words and Music by Chet Nichols
Copyright 2014/2019/2023 by Chet Nichols/Magic Garage Music (ASCAP)Magic Garage Music, PO Box 2398, Northbrook, IL 60065
chet@chetnichols.net :: chetnichols@me.com
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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VERSE 1
He went from earned abundance to the depths of total waste
Pushed away all he had worked for, just to have a little taste
Perhaps he never planned how he would celebrate success
So when that day arrived, he chose to feed his joy distress
CHORUS
Why was he thinking, he wasn’t doing any harm?
While his soul was crying, crying, crying from the needle I his arm
VERSE 2
Now, all of the accolades and all the awards
From the movers and the shakers, now only sound like empty chords
And all of the flicker shows will be playing back his past
But, all we’ll see is an empty space at the a reunion of the cast
CHORUS
Why was he thinking, he wasn’t doing any harm?
Till he woke up dreaming, dreaming, dreaming with a needle in his arm
BRIDGE
Now, what about the children that this evil leaves behind
As it steals away the most precious gift, the choice to give our time
Push back all these demons who lust to steal our precious love
Poisoning sweet futures with the back-side of a glove
VERSE 3
Friends and family they gather to cry and shake their heads
As they pay their last respects to him reclining on his final bed
Then they drift in single file out to a field that’s filled with stones
Touch his box with one last wish then turn away and he’s finally alone
CHORUS
Why was he thinking, he wasn’t doing any harm
Till he woke up dying, dying, dying with a needle in his arm
Why was he thinking, he wasn’t doing any harm?
Till he woke up dreaming, dreaming, dreaming with a needle in his arm
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