I once heard a man say, rock and roll can never die. A little light went on inside. I still don’t know the reason why... the words made me wanna cry.
Maybe I was born in the wrong generation
did my soul get lost, distracted by the pinkish light, around the edges turning bright
just cause it was a groovy site
i once read we humans are born with the temptation
to romanticize the past. But in this case it’s completely true, everything was better then, i know that as well as you.
I believe in history’s reiteration,
we’ve seen this before
when they finally control our minds
10 years or so down the line
Lets open 1969.
and then comes the greatest celebration
of what it means to be alive
to live and hold a curious mind
to breathe in every breath of life
to take the day and say it’s mine.
I once heard a man on TV say “tear down this wall” .. but the cold wars end was just a thaw, the curtain fell, the actors gawked, the king and queen were visibly shocked
but the part of the show I most remember
was the day we realized
the writer had us all along
in the grips of his pen
i don’t believe it ends.
-Alex Sharp Cole
When it comes to lyrics, I find it especially interesting that many of the questions I hear seem to involve some iteration of the phrasing where do they... *come from.*
If I feel "blocked" -- the thing that helps me, most of all, is just to stop trying so hard.
Not only is perfectionism's "disciplined" approach unnecessary -- it is actively destructive. It makes beginners feel like they aren´t good enough and experts feel like they are never, ever finished. It is the worst.
The concept of perfectionism is Puritanical and ludicrous -- it presupposes that all we do in the name of "discipline" (a joyless activity) has a positive effect on creative output.
The truth is quite the opposite. The destructive consequences of this all-too-prevalent attitude in the western world is so extreme that it can destroy the confidence of its practitioners.
I wish that all the kids in the West and, why not, the world, would decide to rebel against their parents at the exact same instant. And in that moment, all the war and prejudice in the old world would be gone.
It would be a collective decision to unite in the name of rock n' roll, or some other high ideal.
"... the kids from Brooklyn to Tehran fell into the same silence / as the kids out West with TV sets stopped to listen for a moment / a new world was born . . ."