tired sulky rant thing
Red rimmed eyes
Thrum of bass in my ears
Repetition
Repetition
All the uncertainty has me in water up to my knees
Wondering whether I sink or drown
Or just to step in further, walk out to sea
The waves hit me like the beat of the music
Powering my heart, pushing me along
Repetition
Repetition
I'm nothing without headphones
Or all the variety jumbling my mind
Repetition (what changes?)
Repetition (nothing changes)
Repetition
Repetition
Chorus
Once upon a time a guy wrote a lot, and probably mostly for attention. He didn't get it. But he kept writing and writing, and sending out his work for friends and family to read.
People are busy. People aren't readers. They don't want to read their computer screens. They don't have new ink cartriges and can't just print out a hundred pages on the spot. In short, people have reasons to put things on hold. Like I do, I have reasons to be too busy to call people, or get working on this or that. All of us have them, but I just want people to read. I'd love to see somebody's eyes shining in excitement from something I've done.
My hopes are too high?
Okay here's something...modern artistic theory requires that all artists be individuals with their own concepts/reasons for what they're doing. (okay, i'm there, so far so good) And you're supposed to create for you. Only, I don't want to do that. I want to create for you. I want to make you happy, to fire up your imagination. I like to share because it makes me feel wanted.
Yeah. I'm sold out from the start.
Thrum of bass in my ears
Repetition
Repetition
All the uncertainty has me in water up to my knees
Wondering whether I sink or drown
Or just to step in further, walk out to sea
The waves hit me like the beat of the music
Powering my heart, pushing me along
Repetition
Repetition
I'm nothing without headphones
Or all the variety jumbling my mind
Repetition (what changes?)
Repetition (nothing changes)
Repetition
Repetition
Chorus
Once upon a time a guy wrote a lot, and probably mostly for attention. He didn't get it. But he kept writing and writing, and sending out his work for friends and family to read.
People are busy. People aren't readers. They don't want to read their computer screens. They don't have new ink cartriges and can't just print out a hundred pages on the spot. In short, people have reasons to put things on hold. Like I do, I have reasons to be too busy to call people, or get working on this or that. All of us have them, but I just want people to read. I'd love to see somebody's eyes shining in excitement from something I've done.
My hopes are too high?
Okay here's something...modern artistic theory requires that all artists be individuals with their own concepts/reasons for what they're doing. (okay, i'm there, so far so good) And you're supposed to create for you. Only, I don't want to do that. I want to create for you. I want to make you happy, to fire up your imagination. I like to share because it makes me feel wanted.
Yeah. I'm sold out from the start.