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2. not the one |
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vulnerable blinded by faith protected by luck vulnerable is not the word things i do are absurd i hate to disappoint you i doubt that things could
get much worse i could be wrong to believe pain makes me
strong if i must pay the
consequence i'll do it when i make
more sense clouded by thoughts that question my fate innocence has dissipated cannot say that we've
related i'd love someone to talk
to i trust that there's a
time and place i could explain with a song that's not so
vain if i must pay the
consequence i'll do it when i make
more sense i could be wrong to believe pain makes me
strong |
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This song was my way of indirectly
conceding to my folks that perhaps the path I chose was not as secure as I
had pretended it to be. That, in
fact, I was indeed vulnerable; and that I was suffering the pitfalls my
parents warned me so much about, as a result of having no structure in my
life. When I told my father I wanted to become
a musician, I'm certain he had visions of me being in front of an orchestra,
waving a baton.... oops. Had my
parents known I would go straight into the subways upon receiving my degree
from Berklee College of Music, they would have thought twice before dumping
thousands of dollars towards my education. You can imagine how hard it was for us to relate back
then. I bought into the "tortured
artist" identity that history unfortunately glorifies. I was naively convinced that if I
wasn't 100% "devoted" to my art, nothing would become of me. Had I not been so arrogant and
refused to get "a stupid day job," I probably would have had a more
sane existence these past ten years, and not be struggling still with the demons
that are so entrenched. Then again, I wouldn't have written this
song! :) Encoded in the lyrics, knowing I'd be
playing this song underground, was my way of saying, "Yeah folks, this
one's a downer and a personal one, but I's
gots to get it out!" |
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