My work shoes used to wear out far sooner than in more recent times.  In the past I would take my shoes to a place called Mister Minit (that specialises in mending shoes and cutting keys among other things) to get the soles repaired.  Every time that happened though, the leather would be stretched thinner and thinner until eventually it just wasn't worth it in the end.  In the job that I do, my shoes can take a real battering so I try to make them last as long as possible.  This song is a first-person account from the perspective of the "old soles" of my shoes, thus utilising a homonym in the process.  This became the name of my song in the end, as i was inspired by a fellow Club member using the week's theme as his song's title in a previous submission.


VERSE 1
My patience is wearing thin
My life is such a drag
It's eating away at my soul
Sanitiser makes me sad

How much more can I take
Why does he heave his feet
He is slowly killing me
I want to be put to sleep


CHORUS
It's not easy being me
Constantly sniffing the ground
Looking for a way out
As all my troubles compound

How did it come to this
Where did it all go wrong
Things could be a whole lot worse
I could be a pair of thongs


VERSE 2
I'm subjected to torture
When walking on a wet floor
It becomes so slippery
And he is up for a fall

Perhaps it's sweet revenge
Against this reckless clown
For all he has put me through
This guy is going down


CHORUS
It's not easy being me
Constantly sniffing the ground
Looking for a way out
As all my troubles compound

How did it come to this
Where did it all go wrong
Things could be a whole lot worse
I could be a pair of thongs


VERSE 3
Being mended is tough 
With leather stretched all over the place
It feels like plastic surgery
Disfiguring my face

After a while he gives it up
And buys another pair
My thoughts are with the new soles
And their future despair


CHORUS
It's not easy being me
Constantly sniffing the ground
Looking for a way out
As all my troubles compound

How did it come to this
Where did it all go wrong
Things could be a whole lot worse
I could be a pair of thongs

Old Sole

Protis has been writing music since 1998, when he was still in high school. The name Protis came about from watching the TV show Pokemon; his original name was Piggy, and just how Pikachu evolves into Raichu, well he decided that Piggy would evolve into Protis. The name has stuck ever since then.

Protis is a big fan of computer-based music.  The first computer program he used for music purposes was Cubase Lite on good ol' Windows 3.1 operating system.  Over the years he moved on to Cubast VST, where he further developed his skills as a songwriter.  Most of his early recordings were instrumental works, as at the time he was unable to compose decent lyrics.

After a while, Protis decided to leave the realm of General MIDI and progress into the world of loops and samples.  He accomplished this by using the ACID range of products.  Countless hours were spent with this brilliant piece of software, coming up with lots of cool beats.

Protis has also dabbled in the FruityLoops software, now called FL Studio.  He utilised FL Studio to write songs which contained his first self-penned lyrics.  He was surprised at just how well his lyrics came across in each song, fitting in well with the music.  And all this from someone who could never write words to his songs!

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