This one doesn't count in the voting because it's almost done. I need to re-do the vocals because my little cat, Ella, loves to sing with me and will walk straight up to the mic when my eyes are closed.
So this song is about how I think most of us 20-40 year olds feel. Maybe we will always feel this way.
I was driving in a snowstorm to a friend's house at odd hours of the night and started trancing at the wheel. I had been debating about finishing or quitting school because I don't want to do anything that a degree will get me. I'd make an exceptional lawyer, professor, writer, advertiser, small business owner...but I don't want to be any of those things. I want to be a musician. But I've always told myself that the life of a professional musician is only for wildly talented or the wildly untalented who are lucky enough to push themselves into fame. But not for me. But because that's all I've ever dreamed about, I can't let it go. I feel like I'm stuck in the lines of our society which tries constantly to funnel all of us into tidy little boxes when most of us don't fit any sort of box. I waste my time trying to do what everyone else wants me to do, doing what will get me financial stability...but rarely doing what I want or need to do for ME. I push myself to the point of hope and possible realization, and then stop for some seemingly explainable reason. Whether sabotage or 'Life' I'm not always certain. But there you have it.
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Black Black Night
It’s a black, black night
the witching hour’s upon me
there’s no sign of a horizon
no stars or moon above me
I thought I was speeding for a bed
but I’m already dreaming
it's like someone jammed the frequency
they’re feeding me two realities
reflectors and lines
materialize as I drive
like some mystical airstrip
and I’m piloting an airship
then it occurs to me I have been hovering for years,
But I can’t tell if I’m taking of or landing:
I am speeding; I am pushing;
sailing endlessly into nothing
It’s a black, black night
and I’m rushing into nothing
I am helplessly accepting
the only path I see
craving the next bright beam
and staying in the lines
following faithfully, fearfully
into the unknown
too afraid to set wheels to the ground
or throttle to the stars
am i beginning or ending?
I feel the black impending
too paralysed by Past
to buckle down and make a move
Cuz i can’t tell
(if I should be) taking off or landing
yeah I’m still driving; I am pushing
sailing endlessly into nothing
Bridge:
But I know.
I wasn’t born a square;
It’ll take a lot of toil, a lot of time
to redraw these lines.
It’s a black, black night
intersecting my reality
I am somewhere in America,
a sign says US-50
There is a time:
both for chasing stars and grounding
But I’m driving; I am pushing
sailing endlessly into nothing
Into Nothing.
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