We’ve been rehearsing everyday. It’s amazing, we’re starting to get the hang of this set list. KILLING THINGS.

also

I’ve been working on this song for a while now and I’ve written 2 verses but I’m stuck on the hook. I’ve got a great melody in mind, and a solid concept, but no lyrics to fit perfectly. It’s about being scared of yourself and what you have put your faith in, whether it be career or a relationship. Loosely based on an Ezra Pound poem. Here’s what I have so far, maybe someone can send me some inspiration for the hook.

VERSE 1
Are you angry when they speak of fame
In ordinary places
Are you envious
Of steady jobs
Or worried that you’re nameless

I have chose to dream
So I will make demands
I won’t lose to luck
But I don’t stand a chance

(HOOK GOES HERE)

VERSE 2
You came in from the coldest night
WIth flowers in your hand
Your idle songs
Of truth and lies
Revealed a bitter end

Old singers half forgetful
Old painters color blind
New poets lack the words to use
Because new words are hard to find