The Tempest

I’ve been finding comfort in the works of great masters
Sing ‘hallelujah’ or sketch Mona Lisa’s
But all of the beauty that humans created
Is wasted on the happy and ignored by the haters
So write me a song I can sing when the tempest is chasing me
A lyric and melody
The sound of my voice echoed back at me
Simplicity’s stare is the hardest to hold
And I won't be a product, because products get old
So I’ll play my guitar or I’ll rattle my drums
Until all this is useful for something or someone
So write me a song I can sing when the tempest is chasing me
A lyric and melody
The sound of my voice echoed back at me
There’s a flood in the way
But I’ll swim across it
Though Hemmingway shot himself just to be rid of it
Music with meaning is not worth the worry
To big corporations that use art as a quarry
They sit on their wallets and they rattle their jewelry
While the kids in the cheap seats are straining for hearing
And all art is immoral and all fashion so ugly
It has to change every season so it doesn’t get boring
But one simple song, if delivered with feeling
Could get you and your family through ten thousand seasons
So write me a song I can sing when the tempest is chasing me
A lyric and melody
The sound of my thoughts echoed back to me
Echoed back to me
The sound of my thoughts echoed back to me
The sound of my thoughts echoed back to me
The sound of my thoughts echoed back to me