Humdrum

Two more people either accidentally or on purpose listened to my music in June of this year. Only now, in September, am I reaping the rewards. A cent. I have learned a valuable lesson. It’s not enough to make music. It’s not enough to make CDs or have them on sale digitally. You need to spend most of your time and money BEFORE the thing hits the streets, setting up promotional opportunities, interviews, newspaper ads, magazine, radio. THAT is where your money, or rather a large chunk of your money, should go. No one knows I’m out there and they might run into a tune or two accidentally, but it’s not bloody likely that fans will come from it.

 

Two reasons I love Gentle Giant, despite their inconsistent discography. The second song, “Inside Out” accurately portrays my feelings at this moment.

How can I laugh or cry
When my mind is sorely torn?
Badabec had to die
Fair Pantagruel is born
Shall I weep, yes, for why?
Then laugh and show my scorn

Born with a strength untold
Foreseen to have great age
Set in Gargantuan mould,
Joyful laugh, yet quick to rage
Princely wisdom, habits bold;
Power, glory, lauded sage

Pantagruel born — the earth was dry and burning
In Paradise dear Badabec prays for him
Pantagruel born — the earth was dry and burning
In Paradise dear Badabec prays for him.

Pantagruel born — the earth was dry and burning
In Paradise dear Badabec prays for him

How can I laugh or cry
When my mind is sorely torn?
Badabec had to die;
Fair Pantagruel is born
Shall I weep, yes, for why?
Then laugh and show my scorn.

As I sit, as the world goes ’round,
In the room I’ve known before.
Is it me? Am I inside out?
In a dream, as I watch the floor.

Everywhere, see, they are closing in,
(Do I need lifting, do I need lifting.)
But you say, no, there’s nobody there,
(Do I need lifting, do I need lifting.)

How the colors seemed so bright,
Now it feels they’ve lost their glow.
And the dreams, only nightmares now,
Images, from down below.
Everything is spinning ’round,
‘Round and ’round I go.
(Do I need lifting, do I need lifting.)
Where’s the door, now I don’t know.
(Do I need lifting, do I need lifting.)

Funny how I lose control.
Funny how, I don’t feel me.
But I do feel I’m inside out.
But I hear, I feel, I see.
Everything is getting dark.
No, please don’t lock me in.
Am I here, the light is growing dim.
(Do I need lifting, do I need lifting.)

 

 

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