Toxic

Zvezdni Prah feat. Damaris

Willaume Theme [ STAGE II ]

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This is a new song.  Still experimenting with the Folk/Rhythm/Blues idea.  I think this one is much closer.

This song is not about any family in particular.  It's a tableau of several of them -- a montage that creates a "State of things" kind of message.

This will be the beginning of a new project.  I want to go back to the roots of music.  Music used to be a performance art -- a kind of theatre, and now it's more of a production comprised of cookie-cutter songs, and most of the titles are about how mad someone is at someone or something, sex, or how sad a person is, or how wonderful the speaker is.  The art can be much more impactful.  

I want to explore deeper stuff.  Real people stuff.  The human experience.

I have a variety of ideas for the stories I want to show.  Some of them will be. . . .  Well, pull up a chair.  

The music will be as simple or as complex as it needs to be.  The songs will be story-driven and vocal-based.  Expect dramatic monologues, and third person meditations on a persona.  All of it will be about emotion and performance rather than stealing the most popular beat right now and overcooking the autotune.

There's a reason folk songs like "Greensleeves," "Lord Rendall," and many others are still around after hundreds of years.  I want to find a way to do that.

Lyrics:

Six years old. He goes to school
where he learns his friends are
better than he is.
They’re smarter than he is.

At the doctor’s office, he hears
that his mind’s divergent.
Never quite fit in.
Never will fit in.

When at home he sees his brother.
The parents dote on him,
but never notice him.

And all he really wants is to normal.
No one loves a snowflake.

Big brother focuses on school,
Because he’s not a boy.
He’s different than his friends;
There’s something wrong with him.

At home, he must avoid his father;
Daddy don’t like queers.
Divergent and he’s damned.
A scourge upon the land.

Mom just thinks he should just stay quiet.
It’s all just a phase.
Just be somebody else.
Whitewash so they can’t tell.

And all he really wants is to be normal.
No one loves a snowflake.

Sitting at the dinner table
“Can someone pass the salt?”
But they don’t hear because they’re 
Surfing through their cell phones.

“Can someone see me please?”
But they won’t leave their heads
long enough to see
they’re burning down their family.

The dog lays his head on the floor
He just wants a plate 
And a spot among his people
At the table.

And here I sit beside you all alone.
Lost inside these struggles of my own.
And no one sees the snowflake.

The Snowflake

Wàrm (feat. Hyro) (prod. jackomadethis)

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The Snowflake

Matt Cantrell