(Verse 1)
Danny is a daydreamer
His head's always in the sky
He squanders many hours
Surfing Spotify
Addicted to strong currents
Of acid house and rave
When he pops his board
He never fails to catch a wave
Vacuuming beats all week
With his fly's tongue
Regurgitating on his mates
When his record's spun
He loves ecstasy and unison
How everyone feels as one
Yes he truly feels alive
Now the weekend's come
(Chorus)
Stagnating all week
With grey mundane lives
Acting artificial
Yet we yearn to feel alive
Give in to the urges
Feed the soul what it wants
Put the needle to the vinyl
And let the music thump
(Verse 2)
Emma doesn't feel at home
In the colony and hive
Only Friday night's tunes
Can make her feel alive
Outside the skies are grey
In class her books are dull
Only fresh new tunes
Can scratch the itch inside her skull
She's always on the hunt for
Catchy riffs and hooks
Coming through the crannies
Nosying through the nooks
On Friday the beats are pumping
Yeah, she's painting the town red
Tunes explode like cordyceps
From her infected ant's head
(Chorus)
Stagnating all week
With grey mundane lives
Acting artificial
Yet we yearn to feel alive
Give in to the urges
Feed the soul what it wants
Put the needle to the vinyl
And let the music thump
(Verse 3)
Polly likes to pillage
From the torrent hub
Gifting music to the peasants
Just like Robin Hood
Feeling like a cat burglar
With a bulging bag of loot
Spreading music like pollen
From a bee's fluffy boot
Data analysis was disastrous
The whole week has been so shit
But all that's about to be forgotten
When the blissful breakdown hits
Her pupils inflate
Like a black rubber ring
Her heart starts beating
Like a hummingbird's wing
(Chorus)
Stagnating all week
With grey mundane lives
Acting artificial
Yet we yearn to feel alive
Give in to the urges
Feed the soul what it wants
Put the needle to the vinyl
And let the music thump
(Verse 4)
Barry gets a bollocking
For always running late
Just another prisoner
Chained to a job he hates
Earbuds blasting all day
During his nine til five
Only four more hours incarcerated
Before he comes alive
Straight out after backshift
No bathing, he doesn't care
Stomping in his rigger boots
Shaking plaster dust from his hair
Gurning like a gargoyle
Head tilted to the sky
Flapping in his vizzy vest
Like a fluorescent butterfly
(Chorus)
Stagnating all week
With grey mundane lives
Acting artificial
Yet we yearn to feel alive
Give in to the urges
Feed the soul what it wants
Put the needle to the vinyl
And let the music thump
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Author:
Syd (
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Music as weekend therapy for a mundane life. Nicely written again in song form. Good one Syd
Music certainly is therapy for life in general.
Thank you for your kind comment Sorenbarret, much appreciated.
- Syd 🍄
Always a pleasure
A fantastic lyrical poem on music addiction, the refrains are excellently poetic too wow. Music is artificial but once addicted its hard to let go off it. Kudos!!
Plz also read and comment my newest poem too
Thank you so much. Yes, I will stop by your page.
- Syd 🍄
Syd, get this recorded and I’ll turn it up…though I’m keeping a safe distance from Barry’s boots. I’ve survived the workweek; I’d like to survive the dance floor too! LOL! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
😂😂😂 I've just uploaded the music video Tristan. I tried something a little different on this one, I hope you enjoy it.
Thanks for your kind comment. Much appreciated - Syd 🍄
Tremendous. Great flow.
Thank you so much Thomas.
Much appreciated - Syd 🍄
Don't think I liked this, Syd... bought back too many memories of my life (thankfully long past) of my life as a wage slave....😜
Would have left a comment on your Utube page, but not sure how to go about it ...
All came together nicely on the vid.
😂😂 I'm dreadfully sorry for bringing back memories of when you were a wage slave Dave, that sounds terrible. There's a few more years slaving in me yet, a few more years or a lottery win at least 🤔
I really appreciate you checking out my lyrics and video. I think you need a YouTube account in order to leave a comment. I appreciate the thought anyway.
Hope you're keeping well mate 👍
- Syd 🍄
This makes me remember my big sister in the very early 90's with those acid pills and music. What a fabulous song, I nearly missed this because I was busy this weekend.so.glad I didn't 🌹
Hi Shirley,
Those sound like fond memories of your big sister. I bet she had some good times too. Still celebrating your birthday over the weekend? I hope you had a blast. Thanks for stopping by, reading and commenting. Always very much appreciated.
- Syd 🍄
She's a nutcase even now. Hey Sid not much to celebrate this year, next year my friend. 🌹
😂 Some people in your life never grow up. I'll be that person to quite a few who know me.
Yeah, that's understandable Shirley. It sounds like you've had a tough year.
Hang in there - Syd xo
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