Track 16 of 16 "THE PITIFUL PEOPLE GALLERY"

The project: "It’s kinda like #theatrical meets #darkcabaret, meets #rap, and it's rather #contemplative, #angsty, and #satire, all at the same time."

Written, produced, mixed, and mastered independently. This recording is the exclusive property of “MR. IMAGINATION MUSIC” copyright pending, 2023-2024.

Lyrics:
A cynical, a literal, not of the flesh, not physical
I got the horns, I am the bull, my own trap door I pull
I’m Alice, sliding down to wonderland, I’m Sgt. Pepper, and his band
I am the whole universe, I cast my spell and broke the curse
Whatever works, I’m out the nest, good riddance, kisses, the best
I’m a take my girl, move out west off of some songs I wrote in jest
I love a quest, let’s add a zest, smile more and poke out the chest
How many fucking years did it take me to realize that I’m blessed?
Oh what a mess, this therapy, session has left out for me
Soon I’ll find the key, be free, and I’ll be more than I thought I’d be
You see, as Halloween is drawing near, my amber and crimson appear
The true colors underneath light up the room just like a chandelier
Here, take a look, and tilt the lens, you’ll see a crook, who’s riding trends
He made a beat, some poems then, he cracked a grin, and made a friend
Funny cause I know he’s hardly real
But on the other hand, it’s kind of nice to feel

Like the wind, I’m whistling through the trees
The crisp autumn breeze
The vertigo is at ease
Earth will spin around the sun as he please
But one day he’ll cease
Until then what’s it to me?
To panic when life is beyond your control
Just remember to breathe
Take a shot, or stay in your seats
It’s a pity pity pitiful, people gallery
Where would you rather be?

A fly, on the wall, bugging by the window
He will try harder than me, but can’t get out though
Van Gogh, genius sliding down the staircase
Wishing I could hear out the brighter side while in deep space
Earth, come back and wrap up the story
Some bitter years and sweeter tears later it’s time for your glory
Here and now is all that we have and that’s the bulk of the story
So perk your attitude with gratitude, and land by the quarry
Bitch don’t ignore me, the gallery is grasping at straws
They fell asleep during the show, there’s not a lick of applause
But I found my comfort in strange, I found my peace in deranged
Why struggle to rearrange the things that only God could change?
Nothing’s the same, but yeah it’s fine
Chewing nails, biding time, got my gin, got her wine, now tomato throwing time!
Or, I could sit quietly and bite my tongue
But actually fuck that the revolution has begun!

Like the wind, I’m whistling through the trees
The crisp autumn breeze
The vertigo is at ease
Earth will spin around the sun as he please
But one day he’ll cease
Until then what’s it to me?
To panic when life is beyond your control
Just remember to breathe
Take a shot, or stay in your seats
It’s a pity pity pitiful, people gallery
Where would you rather be?

Like the wind, I’m whistling through the trees
The crisp autumn breeze
The vertigo is at ease
Earth will spin around the sun as he please
But one day he’ll cease
Until then what’s it to me?
To panic when life is beyond your control
Just remember to breathe
Take a shot, or stay in your seats
It’s a pity pity pitiful, people gallery
Where would you rather be?

HERE AT THE PITIFUL PEOPLE GALLERY.

It’s kinda like #theatrical meets #darkcabaret, meets #rap, and it's rather #contemplative, #angsty, and #satire, all at the same time.

Debut album “THE PITIFUL PEOPLE GALLERY” Parts 1 & 2: 10/10/2024.

All content herein is written, produced, mixed, and mastered independently. Audio recordings are the intellectual property of “MR. IMAGINATION MUSIC” exclusively.