Creationism

by Shannon Curtis

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We create the world we live in; let's make something beautiful together.

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releases June 17, 2016

written by Shannon Curtis
produced by Jamie Hill
engineered and mixed by Jamie Hill at Secret Agent Audio Services, Los Angeles
additional production and recording by Shannon Curtis
published by Shannon K (ASCAP)

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Shannon Curtis Los Angeles, California

Shannon Curtis is an independent songwriter, singer, performer, recording artist and author. Her fourth full-length record, Creationism, will be released on June 17, 2016.

Curtis lives in Los Angeles with her husband, music producer/engineer Jamie Hill.
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Track Name: Who Do You Think You Are?
Blank page talking back at me
“Hey girl, you’ve got some audacity”
White slate, an accusation
“Who gave you permission?”

“And who do you think you are?
Just who do you think you are?”

I’m just a soul searching for grace
In a photograph, in the clay
In a poem, in the paint
In a stone, on a stage
These hands perform an act of love
With every pen stroke, every brush
That’s all I am and that’s enough
All I am and that’s enough

Lights up, shadows mock my worth
“Who says they will care about your words?”
Face flush, the fire down deep
Confronts the doubt that would drown me

“Who do you think you are?
Just who do you think you are?”

I’m just a soul searching for grace
In a photograph, in the clay
In a poem, in the paint
In a stone, on a stage
These hands perform an act of love
With every pen stroke, every brush
That’s all I am and that’s enough
All I am and that’s enough

I wrote my fears out on a list
And it was dark and bottomless
Dive in right now, don’t stop to think
Treasure is always buried deep