gibs & pdlourenco
MetalAura & PoetOfSaffronPark
Allo, Connecte-moi à PEnnsylvanie six cinq mille.
Oui, Monsieur. Un moment s'il vous plait.
C'est dur travail que je dois faire
It’s a job, not a life, and I don’t really care
à propos de les temps que je passe chaque jour
To refinement like me ew, all this switching's a bore
Ma musique est tres chic et c'est proche de mon coeur
This switchboard's not for me, I must let my voice soar
There’s a future for me, in that world that’s just waiting.
And one day I’ll break free! I’ll be singing! Creating!
I was born to be more than a pusher of wires.
Cut me loose and I’ll soar. I will sing from the spires!
Yo, hello who's this?
Well I'm miss-
That’s great. I’m Katy and my goal is to help you with your IT problems.
My it problems…? Well do you think that could improve my music.
So you are experiencing difficulty with your Digital Audio Workstation?
Well. Yes. My workstation is a bit boring to be honest.
Why’d you call up? To gloat?
You’ve got talent and luck
I'm an artist that’s stuck
In a rough dead-end job
And to think you’ve got a prob!
There’s a future for me - I’ve no time for the hating.
All your wit and ‘esprit’, yet you’re stuck there, just waiting.
Oh, my fans will adore when I sing through the wires.
“What a singer! Encore! How she writes and inspires!”
While it’s splendid to see such vivacious ambition;
I’m afraid on my count there are points you’ve been missing.
You might think I’m a star, but my job is transmission.
I am hardly a sap who is just worth dismissing.
Well perhaps I’m too rough
With insults of the cuff,
But perhaps you’ll excuse me
As you listen to my plea.
Find an end to my misery
Corporations and synergy.
Cutting flow from my heart
Without keys I can't start.
I've got fuel for propulsion
Topped off with revulsion
But even with paid promotion
I can't get forward motion.
Perhaps we think of some other way to sell out our roles
On the backs of the work of others we might reach the controls.
Bien sûr! Je dois considérer les choses trop grands et osés
I could be a Bootlegg'n bearca t strutting out on the scene
Mais quand la nuit m'entour, être vu sera très compliqué
So I’ll don something flashy then they'd all find me keen
I’ll show them I’ve got it, and–
Pay for cheap upvotes
‘Cus this industry’s cutthroat.
Be a groupie for a band,
Beg and nag them for a hand.
Get the gossip pages gawking
At some stunt that’s oh so shocking
Uh...Wear some really tight clothes that are almost see-through?
Or...or...maybe with good songs we won’t really need to.
If you give me a mic I will conjure a crowd!
Illuminate me with lights and my voice will ring loud!
In grand orchestra halls I’ll be lauded with clapping!
Dans les rues de Paris there’ll be twirling and tapping!
There’s a future we see, with bright lights all around us,
And our music’s the key to the chains that have bound us.
If we never abhor all the work it requires,
Then our songs will be more than our boldest desires!