My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think…

I wish I found some better sounds no one’s ever heard,
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words,
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new,
I wish I didn’t have to rhyme every time I sang,

I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
But now I’m insecure and I care what people think.
My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young,
How come I’m never able to identify where it’s coming from,
I’d make a candle out of it if I ever found it,
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I’d probably only sell one,

It’d be to my brother, ‘cause we have the same nose,
Same clothes homegrown a stone’s throw from a creek we used to roam,
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered,
Out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the latter.

My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.

We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing at our face,
Saying, “wake up, you need to make money.”

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.

When I came across this song… not only did the beat draw me in but it reminds me of a simpler time in life.  What if we could go back [in time] like that could ever happen?!

image

In the immortal words of Wayne Campbell, “Yeah, and monkeys might fly out of my butt.”

I was somewhat shocked as I was taking my niece and nephew somewhere recently that my niece  [age 10] knew this song.  She even sang along.  Little did I know, she probably heard it on the radio, but she knew the lyrics just as good as I do!  Although she might understand what the words mean… the meaning of the words to a soul with life experience is very different…at least I believe so.  I think all of us wish not to be stressed out.

When you get out on your own [and start your adventure in adulting] there are bills which if you want those paid you get a job… can we just go back to when we played with toys and friends.  Where are dreams were achievable and nothing could make us lose hope?  Music does that for us.  I think that is why is it so important.  I know the best remedy for me when I am stressed out is to either play my guitar or listen to music!  So pick your favorite musicians and jam to your hearts content and try not to be “stressed out”.  I will do the same.

#AlwaysKeepFighting #YouAreNotAlone #LoveYourselfFirst

Advertisements