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The car is full of gas,
The monthly rent's been paid,
I seem to have the feeling,
I've almost got it made.
The fridge is full of food,
The shirt I wear is clean,
It's hard to know if life is good,
When you've always had it lean.
There's a hole inside
The size of love
That nobody can feed,
I'm never sure
If I can get
Exactly what I need.
A sandwich has two slices,
A bird two wings to fly,
It feels like something's missing,
No matter what I try.
Got friends who listen to me,
And a roof over my head,
Money in my pocket,
And a gun next to my bed.
There's a hole inside
The size of love
That nobody can feed,
I'm never sure
If I can get
Exactly what I need.
Well, this was a nice surprise! I like it that you're on a song-writing kick ... keep 'em coming, bro. I like the Latin rhythm and the nice guitar work.
ReplyDeleteThe lyrics are great ... but I want more of them! It is true that it makes no sense that we feel this existential emptiness when really our lives are so full. It is definitely a first world problem ... but a problem nonetheless. A sickness really. Is there a solution? What does it cause us to do? or not do?