Elucidating Questions

I’m oddly solid

Underwhelmed

When masterpieces become mundane

The words are so

Filler

Is music purely repetition now?

Some songs were repetitive

Back in the day

But, and I don’t know if it’s because the pattern is too simple, イライラする

Like this was all you could come up with?

Some several thousand words

There is an apple in the yard

Carried by creatures from the neighbouring tree?

Over the fence

Aways

Far enough away that the wind didn’t carry it

Can you not lyricise everything?

Can you not?

Summoning yesterday’s emotions

The melody

There wasn’t even a hint of yesterday

And yet it was like yesterday repeated

I probably would have accepted this weren’t you facing such a different reality than you’ve painted

Oh Linkin Park

Maybe I am ready for a new vocalist

A new sound

The emotions can be the same just

You can link to the past without telling tales from it

Maybe not

Maybe this is your message

Someone told me to try to figure out what media is trying to say

What are you trying to say?

I didn’t know I was hoping for songs about true love

There was a hint of it but it’s like you’re still hooked on the chasing and the angst part of it

You won, congratulations

Can’t you share what that feels like?

No one ever sings of love it’s always the pining after and the battle

With us lowly commoners who won’t experience it for ourselves

I might as well be writing about how I missed the wolf years ago

Man, if it was years ago, I’d be really missing the wolf right now let’s write about how I’d feel then

Instead of engaging with the very real feelings I have now

Regret and aged affection

I wish I’d known better

I don’t know how you bathe in year’s gone memories

When you’ve got true love right in front of you

At least you know you belong now

I believe that was something I wanted

I wonder how many songs start out with naming the age?

Very Owl City

No, seriously, I now keep mistaking Owl City and you

I know I’ll never be content with the musicality of anyone else’s music

You’re like a music squirrel

Twitchy and gathering sounds from everywhere

I could only dream of creating the sounds you do

I wish I could think half as creatively as you

Waiting for everything

Nothing’s coming though

Still killing time until Time kills me, just with more things to do

I wonder what One OK Rock is up to?

Taka, if I send out the want to see you again

Will you come back to Vancouver?

You’d be much cheaper to see than mister important $400 tickets over there

I kind of pity his fans

That’s a lot of money to pay someone who doe