CORNERSTONE
COUNTERSTONE ALBUM VERSION:
Vocals/Backing Vocals: Hannah Donald
Guitar: Mark Donovan
Bass: Al Keating
Drums/Percussion: Evan Cooper
Piano/Keys: Nic Manders
Recorded at: The Lab Studios & Evan Cooper Studios
Producer/Recording Engineer: Evan Cooper
Mixed by Evan Cooper @ Parachute Music Studios
Mastered @ York Street Studios, Auckland, New Zealand
Photography: Bentia Dwyer, Positive & Negatives
Album Cover Designed by Phil Revell
Vocals/Backing Vocals: Hannah Donald
Guitar: Mark Donovan
Bass: Al Keating
Drums/Percussion: Evan Cooper
Piano/Keys: Nic Manders
Recorded at: The Lab Studios & Evan Cooper Studios
Producer/Recording Engineer: Evan Cooper
Mixed by Evan Cooper @ Parachute Music Studios
Mastered @ York Street Studios, Auckland, New Zealand
Photography: Bentia Dwyer, Positive & Negatives
Album Cover Designed by Phil Revell
Twenty years has reduced you to a beg and crawl
Set your life in shadows cast
by its corporate wall
Mask your feelings there's no room here for the awkward fitting one
Finding love in compromise lest your soul emerge
Although worth more you’ve given in
To that desperate urge
To take your values from opinions
of some broken hearted men
Everyday walls are laid
Guarding those who’ve made the grade
But there is hope I still believe
For the rejected to be the redeemed
All the un-chosen, brittle and numb
In his hands can become a cornerstone
In years to come all of this
Will be a distant past
With tables placed and ordered names
As if the first were last
Come to your senses, there’s no sense
in running after kingdoms gone
© Mark Donovan
Set your life in shadows cast
by its corporate wall
Mask your feelings there's no room here for the awkward fitting one
Finding love in compromise lest your soul emerge
Although worth more you’ve given in
To that desperate urge
To take your values from opinions
of some broken hearted men
Everyday walls are laid
Guarding those who’ve made the grade
But there is hope I still believe
For the rejected to be the redeemed
All the un-chosen, brittle and numb
In his hands can become a cornerstone
In years to come all of this
Will be a distant past
With tables placed and ordered names
As if the first were last
Come to your senses, there’s no sense
in running after kingdoms gone
© Mark Donovan
