Dan Bull Blocked
Somewhere along the way, I lost my aim Somewhere along the way, I lost my aim Somewhere along the way, I lost my aim I struggle along in vain, just to not quite make it
It's late at night, I'm awake, surprise surprise Trying to find some kind of way to write It's a shame, I fail to find a blatant line Between original art and what's plagiarised It's vague and effectively makes playing a fresh Melody impossible, I often wanna lay it to rest I say with regret cos I love making music Taking beautiful soothing sounds to make tunes with Creating a groove and arranging and looping it But usually it screws me straight up, I feel stupid I need a tea break to replace my fuses But my main mistake is that I keep making excuses The truth is I can blatantly do this But my brain just refuses to obey so I lose it Thus making me choose to take painkillers and booze Just to change up my mood plus maybe induce A thrust of creative boost to raise me up from this place of wasted youth And enable me to embrace my muse Taste the fruits of the great musical roots That grew from the days of slaves playing the blues
Somewhere along the way, I lost my aim It's come and it's gone again I've lost my aim Somewhere along the way, I lost my aim My colour is gone and drained, I just might faint
So hold me so tight Make me feel alive Blocked out, locked out Please, please, please not now
To find the right line to write's quite a painful paper chase Sometimes it takes ages, other days I get it straight away That's the main way I ever can create But take away my aspirations and my brain's a vacant place I hesitate for days in an attempt to make a serenade And say something amazing to set the grade in clever ways But fate never plays fair therefore I'll stay this way forever Never creating 'til the end of days Seven eighths of the time when I'm trying To think of a lyric, picture an image or write a nice rhyme I'm willing my mind to fill up with brilliant ideas Bring them to life, like they were written in my tears I fear it's quite clear I'm living a lie here Eyes dried up but I wish I could cry, hear Is this a signal or sign my mind's f..cked up? Cos if isn't I'm just blocked
Blocked out, locked out Please, please, please not now
Something is wrong today, I'm not quite sane Suddenly dropped from grace, and lost my train
