Sing, sweet muse
Agh! I had that overwhelming feeling that pours over me sometimes when I feel especially connected to music. The Underture from The Who's "Tommy" kind of drove it out of me.
I'm standing in my way. I want to just make music. I'm the only one standing in my way. Where's my dedication? I know I've never had motivation except when it came to things I enjoyed doing, and I absolutely love to make and listen to music, and yet, I've opted to waste my time. I want to turn the volume up real loud and be lost again. I want to disappear and leave nothing but... wait, a spark... I've channeled inspiration... it was staring me in the face and now it's clear. If I am to write this symphony that's residing on the crest of a wave of inspiration... that comes to me in dreams and beats inside my heart when I taste the sweet aroma... Muse... If time is to be dedicated to music, what else is there to praise than music? I want blood. I want my ears to bleed like my heart. I want my soul on a printed page. In the air. I want to share what I hear.
If I sound like I'm high, it's because I'm high on music. Nothing else can compare.
I now have a focus, but do I have the follow through? I've never proven my endurance before, but it's time to stretch these legs. It's time to test those wings I once thought were wax. It's high. Fucking. Time.
Live now or regret. Peace the fuck out.
I'm standing in my way. I want to just make music. I'm the only one standing in my way. Where's my dedication? I know I've never had motivation except when it came to things I enjoyed doing, and I absolutely love to make and listen to music, and yet, I've opted to waste my time. I want to turn the volume up real loud and be lost again. I want to disappear and leave nothing but... wait, a spark... I've channeled inspiration... it was staring me in the face and now it's clear. If I am to write this symphony that's residing on the crest of a wave of inspiration... that comes to me in dreams and beats inside my heart when I taste the sweet aroma... Muse... If time is to be dedicated to music, what else is there to praise than music? I want blood. I want my ears to bleed like my heart. I want my soul on a printed page. In the air. I want to share what I hear.
If I sound like I'm high, it's because I'm high on music. Nothing else can compare.
I now have a focus, but do I have the follow through? I've never proven my endurance before, but it's time to stretch these legs. It's time to test those wings I once thought were wax. It's high. Fucking. Time.
Live now or regret. Peace the fuck out.