So this is, conceptually, about this group of guys I meet for coffee once a week on Thursday mornings. Ostensibly a mental health support group for blokes, in reality it's just a small bunch of guys shooting the shit about this and that for a couple of hours. It's called "Grab Life By The Balls" and on that basis alone, I almost never started talking to them...
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I thought they deserved a song. Although it's pretty abstracted. No names are mentioned. I've been fritzing around with the beginning for a couple of days and had a thought late last night to redo it, which then stopped me sleeping, so spent a bit of time on it this morning to see if it "worked" - it's certainly better than what was there before.
I'm going to play it for them on Thursday - unsure if I'll be hailed or scorned as a result...
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Snare drum tinkering and a few other minor tidbits...
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Moar snare drum frolics and a few other changes....
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Lyrics
Something’s going wrong my son you need a better head
It never quits talking and you always keep it fed
It’s laying traps and snares you’d best be wary where you tread
Booby trap mind
You’ve read all the manuals, yes you’ve read all the books
You’ve tried the new procedure, not as simple as it looks
The beast has got its claws in you, it’s digging in its hooks
You may well find, time to rewind
In the early morning come on down and take a seat
Tell us of your vices, and how life has got you beat
Your existential crisis is of interest to the crew
The gentlemen will talk to you
Wisdom has been chasing you but you’ve always run too fast
Sometimes the new direction is no better than the last
You talk of past escapes my friend but you can’t escape your past
You need a plan
When you peer into the tunnel your brain gets set to overwhelm
It’s time to step up on the bridge it’s time to take the helm
Time to exert dominion as you survey the realm
The gentlemen know you can, be your best man
In the early morning come on down and take a break
Left to you own devices your enemy will quickly wake
Your existential crisis is of interest to the crew
The gentlemen will talk to you
CALMING INTERLUDE
So tell them of your triumphs and tell them of your falls
Tell them of the trenches and tell them of the walls
Tell them when it’s going well and tell them when it stalls
You have their ear, they’re always here
In the early morning come on down and take a seat
Tell them of your vices and how life has got you beat
Your existential crisis is of interest to the crew
The gentlemen will talk to you
The gentlemen are resident, the gentlemen are in
The gentlemen will triumph, the gentlemen will win
The gentlemen are wise enough, they’ll always see you through
The gentlemen will talk to you