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djohnson |
rock acoustic-rock folk-rock dylanesqueish
Some of these lines I had before FAWM, and some of the tune was in my head, but wasn't developed until tonight
So it counts, right?
He's got the answer written on a post-it note outside his door,
"Be free, be true, do what makes you happy" but there’s something more,
Covered by a coffee-stain from 84,
Written in smudged ink and an inkless-score
The words are written clearly "Your next in line"
To the throne of the king of mediocrity,
God bless his soul.
At least he didn't die in the gutter like so many more,
Though some would say, he could’ve burned brighter,
Made a slight impression, he could’ve tried to,
Never spoke a word out of line, out of cue out of mind.
Keep your head down, keep your voice low ‘less you want to take a fall.
Said the pessimistic preacher standing at the front of the sold-out hall,
His congregation swallow every word,
Like its the only truth they ever have heard,
Life sure is sweet and simple here in this bubble world.
They say “Count your blessings” but you’ve go got to count your curses too,
for when the numbers fall,
Yeah, I saw that written on the peeling paint of the city walls
Sheltered from the rain,
The shifty domain,
Life is gone, but existence remains,
Something’s going on in the town, but nobody cares.
[Instrumental verse]
Stuck in a routine for the rest of your life, will you let that stick?
Dreaming of little more than getting rich quick
some would say, you could’ve burned brighter,
Made a slight impression, you could’ve tried to,
Never spoke a word out of place, out of cue out of mind.
Took the morning train far away, took a walk in the air
Away from the pinstriped suits and the office chairs,
But everywhere, all around me here,
Cold glass buildings in the midnight air,
Can’t escape the typical,
can’t get away from the oh-so-sure.
He's got the answer written on a post-it note outside his door,
"Be free, be true, do what makes you happy" but there’s something more,
Covered by a coffee-stain from 84,
Written in smudged ink and an inkless-score
The words are written clearly "Your next in line"
To the throne of the king of mediocrity,
God bless his soul.
At least he didn't die in the gutter like so many more,
Though some would say, he could’ve burned brighter,
Made a slight impression, he could’ve tried to,
Never spoke a word out of line, out of cue out of mind.
Yeah some would say, he could’ve burned brighter,
Made some kind of impression oh he could have tried to,
Never said a word,
Never did a thing,
Never took a risk
Or do anything
Never spoke a word out of line, out of cue out of mind.