All This Writers Block

V1 When I was a kid i just did what i liked

Had no restrictions I went out on my bike

I learned it was important for me to be me

So I went out and climbed a tree

BR1 Can’t find the spark / To kindle the flame

My minds in the dark / my feet in the clay / And I just can’t be myself

V2 I grew up went travelling and I studied the world

Its the biggest damn place just like i’d been told

I went to a doctor - I said what wrong with me

She said you’re a victim of your own hypocrisy

BR2 So I went to the church / got Down on my knees

got a pain in my head and the vicar agreed

You can’t be yourself there are things that you need - and

CH1 Now we’re slaves to the voucher and nothing is free

and the day-to-day hassle makes you just want to scream

I wanna be creative but my head is a mess

All This writers block is causing me distress

V3 I met an old rocker wrecked as can be he said

Someone tense and nervous is all I can see

You gotta get yourself some booze drugs to set your mind free

Then you’ll be just like me

[inst verse]

Br3 get out of your head / Lose all your fear

Try this instead / Salvation is near / It’ll shut – shut out the world

Ch2 the reason you can’t write is due to lack of support

You wanted home and comfort but now you have been caught

Don’t feel that you are stuck with them for more than a day

screw up your courage and scream “just go away”

CH3 You will find inspiration if you just look around

It aint hard to find in this dirty old town

Some people that you meet just get you down

But something’s worth having in the relationships you found

Composition Notes:

Recorded November 2015