Your words get heard
It’s hard to hear
Your heart outsmarts
Your inner ear
Made too much noise to disappear
And then you look up and realize that it is yet a new year
You put the quill to ink
You put the ink to paper
You put the paper in the bin
It happens every time
Until you trick your own mind
Into starting over again
From the beginning
The novelist gets pissed
And writes a poem
The poem’s shit so it
Becomes a song
The songwriter’s tired and hates to sing
And so the tune becomes just melody without a story
You press play and record
And then you play some chords
But you undo every take
It happens every time
You trick your own mind
Into making a mistake
And now you’re reeling
I don’t need an outside voice to say when I succeed
My inside voice says one more time my friend
This time with feeling
I don’t need to make any more resolutions
I just need to find some paper and a pen
And start over again
The arrangements are complex and engaging, almost every song has a bridge that pulls you sideways in the best way, the lyrics are often simultaneously emotional and hilarious, and the strings, my God! John Brownell
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