Armistice
Son of Yoda
No, that's the title of the tune, not a teaser about the Clinic, really...
Are You Listening?
Continuing my latest theme of simpler instrumentation and song structure, shorter length etc. Blame the Telecaster.
Any and all comments welcome. Thanks in advance...
Are You Listening?
You sad little fucker, alone in your room
Internet connection meets prophet of doom
You creep, you slink, you stay out of sight
You may not like it but you know that I’m right, aha
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
The rattle of the keyboard, the buzz in your head
People reacting to what you just said
Spitting the dummy, spitting abuse
Not one word is of the slightest use, yeah
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
You used to think you were breathing fire but it didn’t do a thing
Now it’s not about the thought, it’s all about the sting
You’re always happy to assist with your trolling and your rage
So long as somebody bangs their fist as they’re scrolling down the page
Unable to resist, you keep rattling their cage
All of that anger, all of that spite
It’s your favourite thing, you can eat it all night
Like a little kid who’s lost his toys
With a trembling lip you give us more of your noise
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
Are You Listening?
Continuing my latest theme of simpler instrumentation and song structure, shorter length etc. Blame the Telecaster.
Any and all comments welcome. Thanks in advance...
Are You Listening?
You sad little fucker, alone in your room
Internet connection meets prophet of doom
You creep, you slink, you stay out of sight
You may not like it but you know that I’m right, aha
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
The rattle of the keyboard, the buzz in your head
People reacting to what you just said
Spitting the dummy, spitting abuse
Not one word is of the slightest use, yeah
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
You used to think you were breathing fire but it didn’t do a thing
Now it’s not about the thought, it’s all about the sting
You’re always happy to assist with your trolling and your rage
So long as somebody bangs their fist as they’re scrolling down the page
Unable to resist, you keep rattling their cage
All of that anger, all of that spite
It’s your favourite thing, you can eat it all night
Like a little kid who’s lost his toys
With a trembling lip you give us more of your noise
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
Can you hear me? Are you listening?
Can you hear me? Are you listening?