It happened to us,
We called it love.
It came from below,
It came from above.
When we first met,
You had something in mind.
Because you believed,
That I was your kind.
There were things that you wanted,
But you weren’t in control.
It didn't take long,
For it to take a toll.
The mattress has gone soft,
On my side of the bed.
Most times when we talk,
It's all in my head.
It happened to us,
Like it happened to them.
It happened before,
It’ll happen again.
I won’t feel alone,
So go do your thing.
I'll build an altar,
For your next offering.
I'm down for this trip,
Wherever it goes.
Cause half the fun,
Is that we don't know -
But I will admit,
I'm pretty damn scared.
To hand my heart over,
I'm so unprepared.
I'll remember the saying,
Nothing new under the sun.
When one cycle is over,
Another's begun.
It happened to us,
Like it happened to them.
It happened before,
It’ll happen again.
2 comments:
These are exceptional lyrics, my brother. I also love the lilting arpeggios in the background and the harmonica (which seems to be a mainstay on virtually all of your songs now ... to my delight, of course).
Thank you! I find myself turning to the harmonica and the slide guitar to provide a grounded (human) texture in response to the AI-generated music that seems to be exploding on the internet. It boggles the mind how people are fooled into thinking it's real. And scary to think that it will only get better at mimickry. As we speak, the music streaming platforms are developing rosters of AI singer-songwriters and bands in a variety of genre, and promoting them algorithmically. Why pay human artists when you can make all the money for yourself. It won't be too long before novels follow. Artists will once again become a marginal mostly underground subversive (and impoverished) group. Which i suppose could be a good thing.
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