I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess
‘Til all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I’ve said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I’ve been on the brink, so
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I’m gonna give all my secrets away
This time don’t need another perfect lie
Don’t care if critics ever jump in line
I’m gonna give all my secrets away
My God, amazing how we got this far
It’s like we’re chasing all those stars
Who’s driving shiny big black cars
And every day I see the news
All the problems that we could solve
And when a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Send it straight to gold
But I don’t really like my flow, no, so
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I’m gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don’t need another perfect lie
Don’t care if critics ever jump in line
I’m gonna give all my secrets away
Oh, got no reason, got no shame
Got no family I can blame
Just don’t let me disappear
I’ma tell you everything
So tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I’m gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don’t need another perfect lie
Don’t care if critics ever jump in line
I’m gonna give all my secrets away
So tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I’m gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don’t need another perfect lie
Don’t care if critics ever jump in line
I’m gonna give all my secrets away
All my secrets away, all my secrets away
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Need ‘nother story?
Present tale,
told by an idiot?
Yep.
Full of sound and fury?
Check.
Signifying nothing?
Right.
-but hey, we don’t have to worry about a sappy ending.
I get burned out on Piano Guys pretty quickly sometimes, but must give credit – it’s a pleasure to watch them play. The guy on the cello always looks so ridiculously delighted to be doing what he’s doing. Or rather, just so profoundly engaged that there’s no room for self-consciousness. And when he smiles, it isn’t the soy-face he’s making, either.
Now I feel like I ought to go create something, or else I’m wasting my existence. *Sigh* – then I do that, and gnash my teeth because (paraphrasing a commenter at Gagdad’s today), the thing I create isn’t what I wanted to say.
IN THE BEGINNING the things I create rarely are what I want to say, but I keep going back into them with reverses, from the bottom to the top, start in the middle and work outwards, but to me the thing is to keep going until you get it or abandon it.
Still, you can’t KNOW what you THINK until you SEE what you SAY.
Oh, indeed!
Thank you for saying that – I don’t know why it is that so often, when we see the fruit of someone else’s labor we don’t usually consider all the work that went into the finished project. Instead we just look on in amazement and assume it came without effort. Which is stupid of course, it’s never without effort except in those rare beautiful moments when the spirit takes hold and does it for us – and then at the end we just wonder where the heck that came from.
Anyway.
I’m sure I haven’t said it lately, but thanks for everything you do here. This place is a true haven.
“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means.”
Joan Didion