V1.
If every thought was a note
And the pen, pure imagination
Blood, sweat, tears for paper
Every bar you write
Crucial.
V2.
If every wish was a song
and the artist, sheer inspiration
Love, longing, for paper
Every bar you write
Crucial.
V3.
If every life was a gift
And the giver, your own decisions
Hope the wrapping paper
Every card you write
Crucial.
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.