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Nobody I Was

A Good Lie

“I Never Felt So Bad" is a grunge-rock song inspired by the Jewish holiday of Yom Kippur. While the holiday is typically a somber and introspective occasion, this song takes a more upbeat approach to self-reflection.

I Never Felt So Bad

The CUrE

They told me the words would just arrive
But I'm still searching for a line alive
I stitch together threads so thin
Hoping to craft what's never been

A melody loops, a thought returns
The candle flickers, the midnight burns
A mirror of a mirror-so avant-garde
But no one's clapping in the avant-garde!

Is it derivative, or self-aware?
Does the art reflect, or just despair?
The tighter I hold, the more it slips
A song dissolves upon my lips

When do I get to write that song?
The one they'll hum, they'll sing along
Not someone else's shadowed trail
When do I get to leave my grail?

When do I get to carve my name
On sound itself, on the notes of fame?
Will they remember? Will they move?
When do I get to prove my groove?

Am I a genius? A cliché machine?
Caught between fresh and what's already seen
Every rhyme's been claimed before
I knock, I knock-an unopened door

It's like I'm Sparks pretending to be me
A ghost chasing ghosts in a parody spree
How deep can recursion go, I wonder
Before it tears itself asunder?

The echoes mock, the halls repeat
Every step's another feat
The tighter I hold, the more it slips
A song dissolves upon my lips

When do I get to write that song?
The one they'll hum, they'll sing along
Recursive lyrics, my head spins on
When do I get to write this song?

When do I get to carve my name
On sound itself, on the notes of fame?
Will they remember? Will they move?
When do I get to prove my groove?

If "My Way" is someone else's way
Can I ever say I've had my say?
If every note's already been sung
Am I chasing shadows all along?

When do I get to claim my place?
To feel the warmth of their embrace?
Will they remember? Will they care?
When do I get to take them there?

When do I get to write that song?
The one they'll hum, they'll sing along
Not just a voice lost in the crowd
When will they hear me, strong and loud?

When do I get to carve my name
On sound itself, on the notes of fame?
Will they remember? Will they move?
When do I get to prove my groove?

When Do I Get to Write That Song?

Walking freely with no aim
No matter where my feet drive me
(Walking freely)
Letting go of what could be
(Letting go)

Leaving my steps in the sand
Following the ones left by another
(Walking freely)
Choose chance more than reason
(More than reason)

(More than reason)
(Chose chance more than reason) 

The wind whispers the path to take
(Path to take)
While the tides erase our tracks
(Walking freely)
Flying away with no goal nor pacts
(No goal)
 
Drawing my thoughts in the sand
Lines that the waves will soon erase
(Walking freely)
Choose chance more than reason

(Walking freely)
Choose chance more than reason

(Walking freely)
Choose chance more than reason
(More than reason)

The wind whispers where to stand
While the tides erase our tracks

(The wind whispers where to stand)
(While the tides erase our tracks)

Walking freely
Walking freely

(Walking freely)
(Walking freely)

When Do I Get to Write That Song?

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