When it comes to my process, creativity tends to have a way of simmering… and simmering… and finally – once your head has cleared away the cobwebs of stress and figuring shit out, the creativity bubbles over and into song.
I wrote this in about 45minutes this afternoon – because life seems to be a process of making it up as I go along.
Feeling my way through the haze
And I’m choking
Pretend it’s a smile
Talking loud, is that allowed?
Cos I’m hoping
The world can’t see the lies
Cos I’m making this up
It’s a free style kind of life
But I’m holding on
Cos I’m a fast train on a broken track
I let loose cos there’s no going back
I’m a classic nine on this wheel of time
Forgive me, but you gotta keep up.
Making my way through the blaze
Pretend it’s okay
Joking around, is that allowed?
It’s all learning
Kept for another day