Scott Carney on the search for truth

Investigative journalist and anthropologist Scott Carney has worked in some of the most dangerous and unlikely corners of the world. His work blends narrative non-fiction with ethnography. What Doesn’t Kill Us was a New York Times bestseller; other works include The Red Market and A Death on Diamond Mountain. Carney was a contributing editor at Wired for five years and his writing also appears in Mother Jones, Men&rsquo's Journal, Playboy, Foreign Policy, Discover, Outside, and Fast Company. His work has been the subject of a variety of radio and television programs, including on NPR and National Geographic TV. In 2010, he won the Payne Award for Ethics in Journalism for his story “ Meet the Parents,” which tracked an international kidnapping-to-adoption ring. Carney has spent extensive time in South Asia and speaks Hindi. He attended Kenyon College and has a master's degree in anthropology from the University of Wisconsin-Madison. He currently lives in Denver, CO 

Listen to the song I wrote after being inspired by my conversation with Scott called 'True Believer' and all the other Podsongs 


Lyrics to the song that was inspired by the interview:


Key: F 

BPM: 62 


There's a wedge, we drive 

For our minds, to thrive 
Bf                   C 
We wither in this world 
Or we evolve 

What is truth? What's belief? 
What is hiding underneath? 
In the lie-infested world in which we crawl 

Bf                                          C 
You call me faithless - but my faith's unshakeable 
Bf                                          C 
In fact, I'm one of only a few believers left 

From what I've seen with my own eyes 
A lie is always in disguise 
My faith's built on solid base 
I trust in what I touch or taste 

I've been convinced by black and white 
That today will end in night 
The song is long while will is free 
Life ends in a minor key 


You call me faithless but I've no doubt 
I'm a true believer - believe me! 

I've faith men cheat, Faith men lie 
Faith they steal, one day die 
I'm a believer! 
A true believer 

I've faith they'll kill to make a million 
Sell their bodies, sell their children 
I'm a believer! 
A true believer 

Lies are always told 
As lives are, bought and sold 
Our belief is the currency that we traded away