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This track was inspired by the music of Glen Hansard, but taken a step further in the wry introspection of writing a break-up song.
lyrics
You paid me a visit,
Said things haven't been working out
And that it's time to move on. But is it?
Try as I might, I chase you into the chilled night, but you're gone without a doubt.
You've said your words
As if I'm the one who's wrong.
The fact of the matter, though it hurts,
I had the chance to sit and write. Now this is me singing a song.
History is written by the whiners,
Artistic license to kill … in effigy, once bitten.
The shy poets and tearjerkers, composers and strummers, majors and minors,
My guitar and I have power. You don't and probably never will … thus history is written.
I wrote a beautiful tune
And all who hear it will get tears in their eyes.
It's going to be me, and not you
With whom they'll side, believe, defend, and with whom they'll sympathize.
Maybe you were right.
After all, that wouldn't be so rich.
You probably are, but it won't get the chance to come to light.
I'm sensitive, dark, heartbroken, and singing … so it's you who must be the bitch!
History is written by the whiners,
Artistic license to kill … in effigy, once bitten.
The shy poets and tearjerkers, composers and strummers, majors and minors,
My guitar and I have power. You don't and probably never will … thus history is written.
You're nameless, left to be forgotten, while my words are cherished still. So history is written.
©2007 Brian Michael Weidemann
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Scantily Clad Singularity,
released December 31, 2007
Music, lyrics, performance, recording ©2007 Brian Michael Weidemann
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