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Frustrated Musician (feat. Futuristic Damn Ears)
by Jamieson
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Spending all your days
Trying to find ways
To cosy up with your guitar
But time is not your friend
It's 9-to-5 again
The daily grind is not who you are
You're never making sounds
Worrying about the pounds
And what you're going to do to get by
The music in your mind
Is leaving you behind
There's nothing left for you but to cry (oh my!)
Frustrated musician
Nobody's going to listen
To all the warm butter sounds that are missing
From your stone cold world
Frustrated musician
You may as well just sit on your hands
Because nothing seems to go as you plan
In your stone cold world
Twelve year old computer
Is knocking at your DAW
It freezes and it crashes before you play a chord
There's music pumping through you
But it's only there to fool you
Because there's nowhere else that it can be stored
And when you're feeling funky
Your gear gets kind of clunky
Two hours later nothing to show
You should be with the band
But Corona plays its hand
You're stuck on red when it's time to go
Frustrated musician
Nobody's going to listen
To all the funkalicious sounds that are missing
From your stone cold world
Frustrated musician
You may as well just sit on your hands
Because nothing seems to go as you plan
In your stone cold world
Spending all your days
Trying to find ways
To cosy up with your guitar
But time is not your friend
It's 9-to-5 again
The daily grind is not who you are
You're never making sounds
Worrying about the pounds
And what you're going to do to get by
The music in your mind
Is leaving you behind
There's nothing left for you but to cry (oh my!)
Frustrated musician
Nobody's going to listen
To all the warm butter sounds that are missing
From your stone cold world
Frustrated musician
You may as well just sit on your hands
Because nothing seems to go as you plan
In your stone cold world
Twelve year old computer
Is knocking at your DAW
It freezes and it crashes before you play a chord
There's music pumping through you
But it's only there to fool you
Because there's nowhere else that it can be stored
And when you're feeling funky
Your gear gets kind of clunky
Two hours later nothing to show
You should be with the band
But Corona plays its hand
You're stuck on red when it's time to go
Frustrated musician
Nobody's going to listen
To all the funkalicious sounds that are missing
From your stone cold world
Frustrated musician
You may as well just sit on your hands
Because nothing seems to go as you plan
In your stone cold world
