Been busy and felt I had to embrace the complacency in order to just get this one done, excited to try get back on track!
Track is mostly about the pressure we keep for ourselves, as though we alone must be capable of such great things, so much so that it borders on hubris.
Takes place in protagonist's head from the point of view of their paranoia and opinion of themselves. A high - washed up actor in a bind felt appropriate somehow..
FAWM is difficult, and i'm feeling it right now, but that's a part of it, need to get over this hump
also noticing a pattern in all my tracks, they all seem to be at there best in the final minute or two of each one? If you fancy skipping ahead go for it
Stop? Now you've really gone and truly messed up.
It's not a dream, we've got to think - wake up!
Say something smart, pick up your things and let's go.
Make an excuse - wait, do you think they know?
Is the briefcase in the bottom of the trunk?
Were you thinking back to sparring with the monk?
In the temple just before the last scene?
We'll be lucky if they think that we're clean.
Please pick up, pick up, we're running out of time, we've just another minute, can I finish this rhyme?
Fade, hold on.
If we're a minute late they'll think we won't show,
there isn't time for one of your episodes.
Keep it together, they won't buy that you're sick.
Untie this noose we share, our very last trick.
Hold your breathe, you're safe for now,
there's nobody watching you
and nobody cares
If you died this young, there'd be nobody there,
so discard this burden and make mistakes while you can.
In the end who's keeping score of mortal affairs, you won't offend, embrace the splendour
Thank God for Vanity
Who's gonna save the world but me?
Who's gonna save the world from me?