Lyrics

I can’t track what they Say gone hit, I
lack wherewithal, won’t Share the windfall
I just write the sound I hear fit, ka-
leidoscope hues, a Sprinkling of blues
Tell the new kid he’s Gotta get rid of
All the lil’ things that Make him who he is, and
Put a tight lid on His desperate bid to
Tell the whole world, The future is his

That night he Goes to sleep, the
Size of his dreams could Burst at the seams,
And while slight, the Uncertainty that
Vexed him all day is Checked in to stay
“Am I doing this right?” He wonders
“Are my goals outta sight if I blunder?”
All people got summin to say,
Immutable truth, to this very day

Time passes, our boy grows
Hourglasses, wistful fields, earth tones
Seek answers, well, who knows?
Ask around, they say “check the old tomes”
Learn terms and Genres, eras,
Pioneers, proper Use of fundamentals
Yet still the inquiry burns,
To win what I yearn for,
What do I learn for?

What he doesn’t get can’t stick,
His path is set and it’s making him sick,
But he trusts his inherent wit,
As the melodies dance and they
twirl and they flit
A reverie’s grace,An aria’s trace,
A nocturna’s poise, A polonaise noise,
The passion of music, mashing these truths,
Divides arbitrary, Artistry varies

Colors, shifting violently,
on my mind
Under fingers, they’re way harder
to find
My Heart and allegoric soul,
To harness them well
To impart love via my role,
Loving myself’s a hard sell

Work and play, stratified
(But it’s always the hardest to
Look in yourself,)
Aspirations died
(you could
Have come the farthest and
Had all the wealth)
Often strayed, but you lied
(And you’d still look at your life
Like it wasnt yours,)
Onlookers all petrified

But it’s always the hardest to
Look in yourself, you could
Have come the farthest and
Had all the wealth
And you’d still look at your life
Like it wasnt yours, and some
Days you give out, can’t take it anymore

SCREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMM
(Wad it in cellos, wad it in cellos,
wad it in cellos, wad it in cellos,
wad it in cellos, wad it in cellos,
wad it in cellos, wad it in cellos)

Work and play are as one
Every day, thought undone
Never strayed while you’re young
While soul is seen, heart is sung

Colors, ebbing beautifully,
In my mind
Under fingers, they’re so natural
to find
My Heart and allegoric soul,
In harmony well
To impart love via my role,
Love yourself, the song will tell