Story Behind The Song
Follows a poet as it describes the difficulties involved with feeling the need to create, but feeling incapable of doing so.
Song Description
Follows a poet as it describes the difficulties involved with feeling the need to create, but feeling incapable of doing so.
| Song Length |
3:48 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock, Rock - Roots/Rock n' Roll |
Lyrics
Variations
By Eric Tweed
copyright 2006
She's taking the first step toward walking to nowhere
And all that she sees is all she can put down
Her pencil is dull from so much where
Yet still the words give her the run around
She fits the profile of a poet with the wool pulled over her eyes
Tiny scraps of paper fill the passenger seat
They just weren't fit to inspire
She tries to strike up a conversation
But yet again nothing transpires
Her thoughts are fleeting as she writes "Ain't hell being tongue tied?"
Chorus
There's always something in the way of inspiration
Maybe if I repeat this phrase someone will know just what I mean
It's always had an open invitation
But what's it matter when afterall, it's just a variation on the same old theme
Ain't it funny how life's like a lonely taxi ride
Pleasantries exchanged, but the silence kills
Thinking it might be easier with your mama by your side
When all she'd have to say is "be still"
Chorus
There's always something in the way of inspiration
Maybe if I repeat this phrase someone will know just what I mean
It's always had an open invitation
But what's it matter when afterall, it's just a variation on the same old theme
But what's it matter when afterall, it's just a variation on the same old theme
Just a variation on the same old theme
Just a variation on the same old theme
Maybe now you know what I mean