Description: just wrote this at work out of boredom, i imagine it being sung like an old dylan song kind of.
Folk Song -------------------------------------------
The world ain't on your shoulders man
give Atlas a call, 'cuz maybe he can
pluck the planet off his back like a baseball
and throw it with so much curve it's like a boomerang
to put some positive spin on things
think you got a shitty ride- but never lived through genocide?
look through the wide lens for some perspective
quit with all that introspection, you're not a doc
or even a quack, so you don't know jack
just wake up breathin' and that's all right
fall asleep and repeat every single night
when those blues come and hold you down
leave your bags, just get outta town
leave your sadness on the shelf
the door is open but you gotta step through it yourself
fall asleep and dream now that's all right
you've made it through another night
they told me that change comes from within
well if you don't reach out to help someone else
what the hell kind of world are we livin' in?
I like it in the sense of a folk song, like the title is. I think the quirks and puns that run through this very well. I would of liked a more serious tone to it, it felt relaxed and haphazardly in nature, almost with a positive up tone. I... Well the more I read it the more I like it, it plays on the mind very well. All in all I think... I... I think I will add this to my fave list, I don't know there is something about it that I really like. I would work on the first stanza some, the basketball thing comes of a bit Corney. All in all good.