I’ve changed my songwriting technique. I used to come up with a melody then put words to it, but I found I was basically writing super catchy pop rock songs.
Now I’m writing lyrics before the music, it’s completely word centric.
It’s less catchy but so freeing—I no longer have to fit the words I want to say into short phrasings. Lately I’ve found that...
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When you have a creative idea, no matter if you think it’s too personal to you, if you can think laterally and express that idea then your grasp may well exceed your reach.
It may not be obvious or easy for some to understand, there is an element of arcana in a lot of art. There is nothing wrong with being slightly cryptic, but it...
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You know, I have a very profound message to share with you lot.
Moose don’t have virginity. Male meese are well hung, and they only fuck to reproduce. So how much of a bummer would it be if meese only have it once or twice and it hurts the female moose?
No, that would be wrong.
So I conclude in my all-knowing sentience that meese...
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‘War Machine’
Having a brain means nothing if you don’t use it, but I know there can be something said, for the avoidance of the sloth.
I have a room and I painted it in neutral colours, I fly no flag and don’t worship with no man of the cloth.
My hands aren’t tied and I am state-free, got me a passport to anywhere, stone...
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Man sits down at a café and starts to sip his coffee. Two young women who are sitting nearby notice him dressed in clothes that nobody else wears and starts to chuckle loudly, so he could hear, and make jokes about the way he looks.
The girls keep this up for a solid ten minutes, viciously ripping in to this man who just wants to...
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Do you know what you’re talking about
When you talk about us?
Because lately I’ve been wondering
What makes it all worth the fuss
Is it the things I see on TV
Or is it all in my head?
See, some preacher told me that
You’ve gotta know what you’re thinking
Some of us come back to life, but others
Can’t let go and end...
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The more time I spend alone, the more I get lost in my head. The more lost in my head I get, the more I hate the world.
See, the world feeds me hatred. No matter what I do, I’m Satan.
I tell them, “it’s not rocket science; if you want me to respect you, respect me.”
They just crack the whip even harder and...
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