Gaz Brookfield
Gaz Brookfield
Gaz Brookfield
Gaz Brookfield
Gaz Brookfield
Gaz Brookfield
Gaz Brookfield
Gaz Brookfield
Gaz Brookfield
Gaz Brookfield
Gaz Brookfield
[Verse 1]
Oh, it's a cardinal sin in songwriting
To write about just writing
But I'm in a drought, nothing's coming out
So I've given up fighting
I know it's not that bad an issue to have
Oh, it's such a first-world problem
And I know it's wrong, but here's another song
That might not make the album
[Verse 2]
And if you're getting bored, because it's only got two chords
And you're waiting for a chorus
Don't hold your breath, I've got nothing yet
Except an overused thesaurus
You see I've got the fear because it's been a year
Since I last put pen to paper
And I hope I'm wrong, but what if this is my last song?
That fear is even greater
[Verse 3]
Maybe a minor E will add mystery
And a sense of sad reflection
But that minor key is a trick you see
Just good old fashioned misdirection
So I'm going back to the chords I had
And contemplate the permutations
See I can't just turn it on, and bang out a song
I need to wait for inspiration
[Verse 4]
So if you can forgive or maybe just bear with
And we'll get through this together
Because it's just one song, and it won't take long
No it won't go on forever