I once heard a man say, rock and roll can never die.
I really felt something inside. I still don’t know the reason why...
made me just.. wanna cry
or wonder Was I born at the wrong time
did my soul get lost?... distracted by the pinkish light
turning circles burning bright
as I fell through, into this life.
Now, as a human I understand that inclination
to romanticize the past
But sometimes it just must be true - that everything was better then,
I don't mean just cars and shoes
The timeline is like a sound wave's re-itteration
the valley disappears with vibrations
but the day will come, the way will shine
to that valley one more time
we'll pick up from '69.
That day will dawn upon a new, human celebration
of love.. and what it means to be alive
to be always with curious minds
to live this life with open eyes
as the new rock and roll plays in the sky
when I heard a man on TV say “tear down this wall”
the Cold War appeared to 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 I realized
the writer had us all along
in the grips of his pen
i don’t believe this story 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 . . ."