Anecdotal Sanity (Brand New Song)

Описание: I wrote this song like I write most of my songs: Sitting on my bed, strumming and humming, and this chorus's melody popped out, and eventually a few words came through, and they were ironic and conventional wisdom-like, so the idea came to me that I should write a song about all of the contradictory wisdom I've heard over the years. This is a lot of that "wisdom." It was fun writing this one, and getting these lyrics just right was a lot of freaking work! This is my third new song I've written in 2026. Hopefully I'll keep coming up with more! Enjoy!

P.S. - Thanks to my friend Kurt for enthusiastically encouraging me to refine these lyrics to make them better, as I was close to just keeping the lazy first set of lyrics I'd written, knowing full well they weren't yet quite there.

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Anecdotal Sanity lyrics:

Good things always come to those who wait
But the early bird still gets the worm
Fools rush in, fortune favors the bold
So I guess that we all live and learn

Trust your gut as you do your own research
And plan ahead but live in the moment
Know when to quit but don't ever give in
Always speak the truth but never own it

But we at the edge of our sanity
Think we might be pulled apart
Should we seek all this guidance from malady
Or just follow our hearts?

Time waits for no one but haste just makes waste
And you know there is no perfect timing
But keep your head up, yet out of the clouds
Even if they all have silver linings

It seems as we traipse through each tragedy
We could just follow our hopes
And our dreams- as we browse through infinity
We're broken, paralyzed, NPCs

As we stumble through a history
We were doomed to repeat
As instructed we all crossed our
Eyes and we dotted all of our T's
And sowed after we reaped

So stand your ground but don’t beat a dead horse
Time to wake up and smell all the roses
Now go touch grass as you take your next selfie
So your face can get stuck in its poses

But we, at the ends of our sanity
Think we just might fall apart
So we scream, through subservient vanity
Well aren't we all just works of art?

Works of art
Works of art
Works of art