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If music had taste yours would be tofu
Fills you up, but unsatisfying to chew
Let me tell you what I don't want,
Not the same ole same,
Get-stuck-in-your-head-drive-you-insane-music
If I hear another Swift super-hit I swear I'm gonna lose it
Need something so diverse
That it don't feel like it could work
Hip-hop with a classical twist
Country that makes you clinch your fists
That mainstream tastes like tap
It makes me crave mountain spring
Don't need that gangsta rap
Where violence is it all it could mean
Going on about bangin' and hustlin'
Being chased by the cops
That ties together with 1-2-3 beats
And kid-friendly pop
Cause you judge music by popularity
I want something fresh even if it's bad
I'm desperate for originality!
Cause I'd rather make a beautiful mistake
Then stick to the script of this ordinary play
I'd rather fail epically at trying something different,
I wanna say that was mine!
I don't wanna just soar my way through,
Like a block of cheese on the assembly line
Music should be about freedom of expression
Nowadays it seems, it's a copy and paste nation
I have much more respect for the guitar man on the street
With a bucket full of nickels and dimes
Than the voices you hear everyday, like clockwork,
Bathing in the wealth for the sake of rhymes
What happened to the blood, sweat and tears?
Those tools artists used to use quite frequently, when making a jam
The radio once sang about true love and deepest fears.
Now it's like "write out a complete sentence, if you can"
Please don't strain yourself though, you just might be onto something
You just might be practicing an age-old equation, melody plus meaning
It equals YOU! isn't it obvious?
You might just be pouring out your heart,
And showing the world exactly who you are.
Are you saying it's a party every night, and it's all just a game?
Are you saying it's cool to be brain-dead if you got the money, is that your aim?
Don't leave yourself out of the hits you create
Cause it does matter, and there's little kids who look up to you
You have it in you to be great, for the love of God, don't procrastinate!
It isn't just records deals and labels, it's life and how you live it
Music shouldn't be organized and categorized, that spiel has gone far enough
Wouldn't you much rather be making a tune that plays into peoples lives...

... for the sake of love?



NOTE: I wrote about this topic before in Five Minutes Effort. But it's something I can really sink my teeth into and chose to give it another go.
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