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I swore that I would never write
Of anything so trite
As the travels of the heart or even worse
To reiterate the phrases from the poets
Through the ages now found
Any other Shakespeare�s verse
You say it matters not to you
Any line will do
Any will suffice
Or even justify
The manner that you�re using,
The language you�re abusing,
Not caring if what you say is a lie.
When you tell yourself the audience
Will never know, but it�s never so
It flows through you like a flood
Buries hope beneath the mud
It won�t come soon
Patience always writes the tune of the
Song for keeps, song for keeps
And the critics and the posers will all
Have their time to boast.
Suffocate the pretty things they
Claim to love the most.
Left to wander like a ghost
If flows through you like a flood
Buries hope beneath the mud
To find what�s true
Is all part of the pursuit of the
Song for keeps, song for keeps
"A song written about a song being written. A friend of mine wanted to be a songwriter and couldn't come up with anything good - so he asked me about what it takes to write something with meaning. Anyway, I took a George Harrison All Things Must Pass production approach and tried to explain how one can mine oneself for a tune with heart."