Promoting independent thinking, creativity, and making yourself immortal in even the most imperfect ways. Acoustic/folk lyrics. Odd structure I know but it seems to work as it follows a trail of thought more than anything else. Any thoughts couldn't hurt.
(Verses)
Many years before I wrote this song
There was a concept that was quite absurd
At first a seldom few chose to play along
But they could do some things of which we'd never heard
They found constellations in our words
They could draw a map depicting nouns and verbs
And each every man on Earth
Could become immortal should the skills be learned
And as millenia came to pass
The greatest writers left their marks
We had Homer, Tolstoy, even Monty Python
Who sanctioned wisdom as a form of art
Well it's easy to list and exemplify
But I'm standing here trying to emphasise
That we all have pages in our minds
And we all have hopes to realise
And it's true, we could just justify
Our ways of life by citing quips
And soliloquies that we've come across
Scouring scripts for any hints or tips
So can we shut our eyes and convince ourselves
That for once we're thinking outside the box
Trying to wring out something that's not been done
And find a key that opens all the locks
(Bridge)
Aren't we all just playwrites in the end?
Aren't we all just playwrites in the end?
(Chorus)
Yes we're all just playwrites splitting quills,
Staining ink to our shaking palms
And scratching our beards for what must be the thousandth time
On a holy quest trying to find the perfect words
To bring these pages back to life
(Coda)
And I'm not quitting yet, I'm just taking a moment
To remind myself that this isn't fucking Shakespeare
There is no reading between the lines,
At best some half-arsed cliche rhymes
That I'm pretty sure are irrelevant in the end
So if my ink runs dry, then it's time to die
And finally I'll have nothing left to say
