Inspiration surrounds me I'm fed with ideas. Notes are sprouting A concept is forming at ease As the rhythm takes control My song is breathing its spirit. I'm out of lyrics but that's a piece of cake. At first my head announces: “boy band song” The MTV must play it all day long. As the lyrics fly out through my pen And merge in the sentence I realize it doesn't really work. When I write about love it is strange My words seem so rough, they mustn't meet the page It should have been a piece of cake Let's try to work with someone else, So I decide to get some help from master of the lyrics, Ed I ask him: “Please find words for this song? I don't really mind the subject, keep it simple, nothing big” I know Ed well, He cant go wrong. When his text reveals I realize the subject is too heavy. The last line is asking: "Will you die for us?" When I pick words time begins to stretch Rhymes are out of reach. Ideas are hard to catch. The C part breaks in just on time McCartney's used exact same structures But, there's no hope, I need a break Cause all I write is wrong and fake. And I thought this would be a piece of cake. My head is filled with nothing but despair. I can't give up; I know I need to dare. The fear is conquered. My Shakespeare's pen revives the paper for ever. And now I've got this silly song… Finally it feels I did just fine. Poet, I am not. But I can rhyme few lines. This song is of a different kind Not like the ones which blow your mind But I'm sure that some identify with it.
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