The nib’s broken on paper
It’s on record
There’s no taper
Printers cried and bookmarks fell off the shelf
Libraries shut down.
Never let me speak to the crowds x 2
I drew on my face
But they just couldn’t understand
These things are too deep.
So next time when I write
Wake me up inside
I’d love to listen.
And I …..
Will let you speak to my crowds x2
This is a song I wrote about creative blocks and how hard it is sometimes to feel responsible for your art. I’ll be writing a post soon about creative blocks and the depression that artists often go through. I’ve been depressed for more than a year now and I’m struggling very much with it. A few months ago, I read Hemingway’s Snows of Kilimanjaro and found myself exploring the mind of the artist. I’m planning on writing about my epiphanies on how the artist’s mind works in an effort to work through my own depression and find others who are also going through something similar. I thought posting this song I wrote about a year ago would be a great way to start things off. I have more songs that I’ve written on the topic and will be sharing them here soon. Looking forward to great discussions. As always, (try to) have a great blast existing.