Another of the very first tunes of Fleaman's unique mashup efforts...this time bebop-esque swing rhythms combined with crunchy guitars. The message - regardless of rain or sun, an exhortation in the double-negative to praise him.
Lyrics
Celebrate the setbacks, give doubt the old heave-ho, push the shoulda coulda wouldas away.
pull those bootstraps, lift up a hand or two. Put a mental hallelujah on vocal display.
(Chorus)
There’s no reason not to be in a praising season; oh no, blue skies or grey
There’s just one purpose-- for us to be in service of praise every day
Ventilate the vocal chords, expand the pearly whites, modulate a merry amen or two
Rouse a hand clap, relax that scowling bite, enunciate the meditate--jabber or croon
(Chorus)
There’s no reason not to be in a praising season; oh no, blue skies or grey
There’s just one purpose-- for us to be in service of praise every day, every day
Drain away the bitter pills
Get off the whiner’s drip
Set aside the but why’s
Supress that sour yip
(Chorus)
There’s no reason not to be in a praising season; oh no, blue skies or grey
There’s just one purpose-- for us to be in service of praise every day, every day