Song Description

An homage to Todd Rungren and all of the other artists from our generation who engaged with the music business at whatever level, but specifically geared to TR's experiences as producer/artist.

Lyrics

Nothing's What it Seems

Something's happening, somethings coming on
The sky is clear, yet you sense a storm
Something/anything or nothing at all
You're going on, you will stand or fall
No more hiding behind the scenes
Perform or not, there's no in betweens
Bright lights are blinding in your sweat-filled eyes
When going for it with no alibis

Nothing easy is worth anything when you chase a dream
Once behind the curtain you will see scattered props and screens
Nothing's what it seems

10,000 hours and a bit of luck
A little luggage and equipment truck
You hit the road and rack up the miles
Live for the fans dancing in the aisles
A tortured artist in a factory to write the hits for the Company
They write the contracts so you work for free
Talented fodder for the industry

Nothing lost could be worth everything when you live a dream
It goes on forever in never land's utopian schemes
Nothing's what it seems


A guitar and a microphone, an amplifier and a righteous tone
Play it loud and proud to the bone, make it your own

Critics call you genius or they make you bleed
Fans might soon forget you if you don't succeed
Others want a wizard to produce the stars
Mix 'em with a twist then back to the bars