You scan through the score and put fingers on keys and you play...
Mozart was crazy,
Flat fucking crazy,
Bad shit I hear,
But his music's not crazy its balanced its nimble its crystalline clear,
There's harmony, logic, you listen to these,
You don't hear his doubts or his death or disease,
You scan through the score and put fingers and keys and you play...
And everything else goes away,
Everything else goes away,
And you play till its perfect, you play till you ache,
You play till the strings or your fingernails break,
So you'll rock that recital and get into Yale,
And you won't look so sick and you won't feel so pale
Cos you got your full ride and your early admit,
And you're done with this school and with all of this shit,
And you graduate early, you're done as of May
And theres nothing your paranoid parents can say...
And you know that its just a sonata away and you play,
And you play,
And everything else goes away...
Everything else goes away...
Everything else goes away...
Everything Else - Next to Normal
It makes so much sense. Maybe its just me. But it makes so much sense. How everything can ride on that one performance, that one sonata. And if its a good performance then everything else does go away. Lets hope my upcoming performance year can work like this.