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Short Attention Span

FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
edited February 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
These are lyrics to a new song I wrote today. It's dedicated to any musician who has ever had to play an acoustic set in front of noisy punters:

r Short Attention Span
You, who would be talking over me
Let's see you take the stage and be a man

my son

Sing of loves you've lost and won
Sing of the mundane everyday
And see if you can humour anyone

no way

Maybe you could try and be sincere
Throw away your smirk and show your fear
Strip away your practiced artifice
And see who'll listen when you're seen like this

no one

Hey, Mr I'm With All My Friends
Would you dare talk over me
If maybe I could tell you how this ends

these friends

You'll cry for night to fall
The day these people start to stray
But in your night no light will fill your wall

no call

Maybe you should try to cry with me
I'll share the little gleam of sun I see
Maybe we could sing of toil and care
Instead you rail away beneath my stare

I stare ...

Tell me, what did I just say?
What did I just say?
What did I just say?
What did I just say?

Mr Short Attention Span
Mr Short Attention Span
Mr Short Attention Span
Mr Short Attention Span




Maybe you should try to cry with me
I'll share the little gleam of sun I see
Maybe we could sing of toil and care
Instead you rail away beneath my stare

I stare ...


Tell me, what did I just say?
What did I just say?
What did I just say?
What did I just say?

Mr Short Attention Span
Mr Short Attention Span
Mr Short Attention Span
Mr Short Attention Span ...
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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Take two:

    Hey, Mr Short Attention Span
    You, who would be talking over me
    Let's see you take the stage and be a man

    my son

    Sing of loves you've lost and won
    Sing of the mundane everyday
    And see if you can humour anyone

    no way

    Maybe you could try and be sincere
    Throw away your smirk and show your fear
    Strip away your practiced artifice
    And see who'll listen when you're seen like this

    no one

    Hey, Mr I'm With All My Friends
    Would you dare talk over me
    If maybe I could tell you how this ends

    these friends

    You'll cry for night to fall
    The day these people start to stray
    But in your night no light will fill your wall

    no call

    Maybe you should try to cry with me
    I'll share the little gleam of sun I see
    Maybe we could sing of toil and care
    Instead you rail away beneath my stare

    I stare ...

    Tell me, what did I just say?
    What did I just say?
    What did I just say?
    What did I just say?

    Mr Short Attention Span
    Mr Short Attention Span
    Mr Short Attention Span
    Mr Short Attention Span




    Maybe you should try to cry with me
    I'll share the little gleam of sun I see
    Maybe we could sing of toil and care
    Instead you rail away beneath my stare

    I stare ...


    Tell me, what did I just say?
    What did I just say?
    What did I just say?
    What did I just say?

    Mr Short Attention Span
    Mr Short Attention Span
    Mr Short Attention Span
    Mr Short Attention Span ...
  • Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
    Yeah, why the fuck isn't there an edit button? on the one board where you really need it.

    anyway, I like the look of this a lot. I HATE people that talk over musicians. Especially at quiet acoustic affairs. No one seems to show any respect these days. Best thing to do is to take a leaf out of my book. Last time I was on a stage it was a while back at the student union karaoke night :) some twat booed my, apparently uncanny, Ian Curtis impression, as if he didn't realise that it was karaoke and it was all good fun. I decided not to leave the stage before doing a Bill Hicks and shouting, drunkenly, "FUCK YOU!!! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"

    and that was just karaoke :p it's not like I was actually putting my art out there to be pissed all over by some obnoxious wankers :) so I like this. Looking forward to hearing it.
    "I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I don't mind boos. I've never had one. It's the shallow fucking twats who think their inane conversations about shoes and who shagged who and how have you been doing and I didn't get your text message are more important than my fucking creative genius. SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU CUNTS!!!!

    Thank you. I feel better now. :D
  • Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    I don't mind boos. I've never had one. It's the shallow fucking twats who think their inane conversations about shoes and who shagged who and how have you been doing and I didn't get your text message are more important than my fucking creative genius. SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU CUNTS!!!!

    Thank you. I feel better now. :D
    aye well, you're not alone :D apparently Nick Drake used to just solemnly put his guitar away and walk offstage when it got to the point that the conversations were louder than his delicate little songs.

    Then he probably cried.
    "I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I'm more inclined to deck someone, though. :D
  • Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    I'm more inclined to deck someone, though. :D
    That's a good response too, and probably less likely to result in depression and suicide :D
    "I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
  • deadnotedeadnote Posts: 1,678
    nice writing
    set your laughter free

    dreamer in my dream

    we got the guns

    i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    Put up the song when it's done so we can hear it. :)
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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    http://www.myspace.com/finsburydemos
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