Blocked Dan Bull
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Somewhere along the way, I lost my aim
Somewhere along the way, I lost my aim
Somewhere along the way, I lost my aim
I struggle along in vain, just to not quite make it
It's late at night, I'm awake, surprise surprise
Trying to find some kind of way to write
It's a shame, I fail to find a blatant line
Between original art and what's plagiarised
It's vague and effectively makes playing a fresh
Melody impossible, I often wanna lay it to rest
I say with regret cos I love making music
Taking beautiful soothing sounds to make tunes with
Creating a groove and arranging and looping it
But usually it screws me straight up, I feel stupid
I need a tea break to replace my fuses
But my main mistake is that I keep making excuses
The truth is I can blatantly do this
But my brain just refuses to obey so I lose it
Thus making me choose to take painkillers and booze
Just to change up my mood plus maybe induce
A thrust of creative boost to raise me up from this place of wasted youth
And enable me to embrace my muse
Taste the fruits of the great musical roots
That grew from the days of slaves playing the blues
Somewhere along the way, I lost my aim
Somewhere along the way, I lost my aim
I struggle along in vain, just to not quite make it
It's late at night, I'm awake, surprise surprise
Trying to find some kind of way to write
It's a shame, I fail to find a blatant line
Between original art and what's plagiarised
It's vague and effectively makes playing a fresh
Melody impossible, I often wanna lay it to rest
I say with regret cos I love making music
Taking beautiful soothing sounds to make tunes with
Creating a groove and arranging and looping it
But usually it screws me straight up, I feel stupid
I need a tea break to replace my fuses
But my main mistake is that I keep making excuses
The truth is I can blatantly do this
But my brain just refuses to obey so I lose it
Thus making me choose to take painkillers and booze
Just to change up my mood plus maybe induce
A thrust of creative boost to raise me up from this place of wasted youth
And enable me to embrace my muse
Taste the fruits of the great musical roots
That grew from the days of slaves playing the blues
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