1. |
Colorblind
03:46
|
|||
Somewhere in the world this morning
Someone’s fighting religion or race
But there’s only one race and we’re human
So let’s make this world a better place
It’s about time we find
The good in our brothers this time
It’s about time to be
Colorblind
Just close your eyes
You’ll see
Our hearts are the same
You and me
It’s about time to be
Colorblind
Skinheads, gangs and dealers
Peddle their wares of hate
Come on let’s all come together
Before it’s too late
It’s about time we find
The good in our brothers this time
It’s about time to be
Colorblind
Just close your eyes
You’ll see
Our hearts are the same
You and me
It’s about time to be
Colorblind
We’re all a part
Of one big work of art
May the colors
Blend into love
(Instrumental with Radio Interview Question)
So, Imaj what do you think about all this with the confederate flag?
Imaj, how about Bruce Jenner?
Imaj, do you think there’s really a race problem?
Imaj…Rachel Dolezal.
Imaj, should marriage be between a man and a woman?
Imaj, you live near McKinney, Texas right?
Imaj, in a world where diversity…
…and color
…paralyzing
…is so….
…polarizing
Do you see color?
(Imaj Answers)
Yes, I do see color. The new Colorblind isn't about ignoring color, it's about seeing beyond the stereotypes of color, to see each other for who we actually are. It's about seeing the vitality of diversity; in our skin, in our language, our culture, our gender, our faith. There's an intelligence that lies beyond our antiquated fears of one another. That intelligence is LOVE.”
It’s about time we find
The good in our brothers this time
It’s about time to be
Colorblind
Just close your eyes
You’ll see
Our hearts are the same
You and me
It’s about time to be
Colorblind
|
||||
2. |
||||
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.
They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold.
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis,
And each night begins a new day.
If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young,
He'll prob'ly just ride away.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.
Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms
And clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night.
Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do,
Sometimes won't know how to take him.
He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him,
Do things to make you think he's right.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.
|
||||
3. |
Daddy-Daughter Dance
03:37
|
|
||
123
Steps in the right direction
Will brighten up
Your day
Keep your head up high
Look your prince in the eye
beautiful
And I'll try not to cry
When you walk down the isle
678
All of the guests will wait
For the feast that's fit for a Queen
9 and 10
Then you'll both walk in
Daddy will take your hand
To dance
Grateful for this chance
Our Daddy Daughter Dance
From the time you were three
Sitting there on my knee
With a melody in your soul
Eyes of fire
With your heart of gold
Your story yet untold
In time
And now we're on this page
My angel's come of age
So Dance
Oh, dance
So Dance
Oh, dance
Remember, 123
Steps in the right direction
Beautiful
|
||||
4. |
Prelude to Fame
01:15
|
|
||
(Spoken)
You know when most people think of fame
they think of the glitz and the glamour
The adoring fans and red carpets
They're imaging of the destination
But this song is about the journey
It's about never giving up on yourself
And still believing in yourself
When everyone else has given up on you
And above all else it's about knowing
And loving
Who you are
And forgiving others
For they know not what they do
This is fame
|
||||
5. |
Fame
02:56
|
|
||
I’ve gotten used to being strange
Having no friend to hold but fame
Try as I might
There ain’t not night
Can bring a star to lighten my pain
I’ve gotten used to being alone
‘Cause at the top you’re on your own
Oh how I wish
Bruised fingertips
Could fix
A broken heart like this
I’ve gotten used to getting down
Sometimes it makes a hit of sound
Bruised fingertips
Ain’t good for nothin’
But makin’ hits out of loneliness
You’re lonely ‘cause no one’s real
So you gotta be careful what you say and feel
Lost friends start callin’ out your name
But ya wish ya had one...before
Fame
|
||||
6. |
|
|||
La la la di da da
La di da da
La di da da da
The blonder the hair
The closer to platinum
At least the labels told me so
I'm a brown eyed brunette
And sing the things that matter
Never did like the sound of no
It’s a different kind of country
I’m a Different Kind of Country
Ooh ooh ooh
She road in the the back
Then rebelled for what was right
He marched and changed our lives forever
One small step for man
Is a big step for mankind
Sing it out for world peace in our time
We’re in different kind of country
Yeah Different Kind of Country
Ooh ooh ooh
Country's been around
Since Hank's lonesome sound
It ain't nothing new
It’s what I love
It's what I do
It's a different kind of country
Yeah
A different kind of country
A Different Kind of Country
Ooh ooh ooh
La la la di da da
La di da da
La di da da da
|
||||
7. |
His Story, Her Story
03:17
|
|
||
Sweet Jesus what have I done
I've dared to go where men don't live on
My heart beats fast
With every bomb blast
Each breath I take may be my last
His story will live on
His story's still going on
How long
My little girl turned two-years old today
God let me live to see my baby's face
Her heart is strong
The months are long
As Mama fights for freedom at home
Her story will live on
Her story's still going on
How long
(Hold, formata)
Lifting our children with prosthetic hands
Look to your streets we are those broken men
Or six feet deep beneath American land
No matter the fall
United we stand
His story will live on
Her story still going on
History...
How long, how long
(Hold, formata)
(Four count drums outro)
(Soft “How long, how long”)
|
||||
8. |
Man In Black
03:00
|
|
||
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black
Why you never see bright colors on my back
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime
But is there because he's a victim of the times
I wear the black for those who never read
Or listened to the words that Jesus said
About the road to happiness through love and charity
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black
I wear it for the sick and lonely old
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died
Believen' that the Lord was on their side
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died
Believen' that we all were on their side
Well, there's things that never will be right I know
And things need changin' everywhere you go
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right
You'll never see me wear a suit of white
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day
And tell the world that everything's OK
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black
|
||||
9. |
Maybe
03:21
|
|
||
Maybe
I won’t miss hiding
In the corner of your smile
Gettin’ lost inside your eyes
For just a while
Maybe soon I’ll be okay
And maybe
I won’t think of how
Your touch could make me feel
My need for you I try to hard
To conceal
Maybe the hurt will go away
Ohhhhh and maybe
Just maybe
There’s things that I forgot
But baby
Maybe not
Maybe I won’t notice
How empty life becomes
Or cherish all the things we’ve said and done
Maybe I’ll make another day
Ohhhhh and maybe
Just maybe
There’s things that I forgot
But baby
Maybe not
Oh baby
Maybe
not
|
||||
10. |
When You See Me
03:07
|
|||
Sitting at the red light
With the sun in my hair
I can feel the heat from your jealous glare
Bet you wish that your arm was
Where his is
Bet you wish that your kiss was on my lips
You’re gonna get the Wish-I-dids When you see me
You’re gonna get the should-of-dones And can’t believe
You’re gonna cuss and kiss and shout Staring at what you’re without
Baby you’re gonna hate yourself When you see me
Tried to warn ya darlin’
When you needed space
There’s nothing in this world that can’t
Be replaced
I’d tell you that you screwed up
But you already know
And I ain’t mean enough to say
I told you so
Chorus Repeat
It took a minute to get over you
It was easy, so easy
Life is all about the choices you choose
And to think that I could of loved you
Chorus Repeat
|
||||
11. |
Dear Love
03:16
|
|
||
Dear Love
I don’t know who I am
As I sit here writing
Where do I begin
I’ve felt lonely
I’ve felt pain
I wonder if you’ve ever felt the same
Dear Love
I wonder who you are
Are you out there somewhere
Burning like a star
Will I ever know you
Will I ever see
Or is my heartache something
Keeping you from me
Dear Love
Dare I touch you
Is it even my place
Dare I kiss you when I
Finally see you face to face Dear Love
I wonder if you’ve seen
The poverty we’ve felt inside
Though the Earth is full and green
Will I ever know you
Will we ever see
Ourselves as each other
As the raindrops in the sea
Dear Love
Dare I touch you
Is it even my place
Dare I kiss you when I
Finally see you face to face
Dare I reach out through the air
And take you by the hand
Dare we find each other now
And try to understand
|
IMAJ Miami Beach, Florida
Known mononymously as IMAJ, America’s Sweetheart is a multi-talented Country singer-songwriter, speaker, and humanitarian. IMAJ’s voice is classic and pure [“like an angel” —Billy Ray Cyrus] with a special place in her heart for legends like Dolly Parton, Johnny Cash & Charley Pride. Her goal is to use her platform as a Country artist to inspire world peace. ... more
Streaming and Download help
If you like IMAJ, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp