Do you know what’s hard? Go ahead, smart-ass — I’ll throw in a caesura here for you to formulate an ultra-perverse answer.
Some people think coal-mining is hard. Some people think landing on and subsequently destroying an earthbound comet is difficult. Child’s play. Writing lyrics to songs? Now we’re getting somewhere. Some of the songs on our forthcoming album have been lodged in my head — like an iron spike — for well over a decade. I thought I knew the words to them. Guess what? I don’t! That’s because the lyrics in my head, which have fit so nicely in these songs for so long, don’t actually fit in the space allotted. I have apparently been given the remarkably frustrating gift of being able to conjure up a 5-gallon music pail and then fill it with 22 gallons of lyrics (most of which are about monkeys, pies, or rage). Do you know how badly those lyrics stain my priceless Oriental rugs?
Enough of my completely valid first-world problems, here are some lyrics that do fit.
“It’s way to late to do us any good —
I should have started earlier: I know.
Now an opportunity has been missed
And everybody’s pissed
Off, and rightfully so.
When you’re young life can go by so slow:
At a glacial pace, at the speed of tree
And waiting on the sideline is me
Waiting for a silver bullet — waiting for a god to fall from the sky
Saying, “Me oh my, get to the front of the line.”
But it’s too late today, it’s too late tonight, it’s too late for me to put up a fight.
It’s too late today, it’s to late tonight I know.
I should have planned ahead
Or even even just planned,
Nothing I do is even in demand.
I could’ve worked harder,
I could’ve done more,
Now all that’s left is to go fight the war.
“The war is over, son.”
I don’t even care who won.
It’s time to grab life by the horn
It’s time for you to get on board:
It’s time to kill a unicorn.
It’s way too late and the sun has come up.
I need something inside this cup.
Do they have coffee at the God-I’m Awesome-Cafe?
This moment shall pass,
It’s just that life goes by so fast
When it’s too damn hot
And you’re down to your last shot.
Run my unicorn, run free,
Over the mountains majestically.
Run my unicorn run —
Over the rainbow and under the sun.”
All of this particular material is copyrighted 2014 by Jeff Nelson. So no writing your own songs about unicorn slaying — at least with these lyrics.