Bugolgi Apparatus

Like a mixtape, you try different orders and combinations of songs. "Am I creating a fully cinematic experience?" Your creativity works in two parts. You spill out the guts of the id, then the ego goes picking through the morsels, looking for bargains. You rewrite some choruses here and there. You reverse the entire ten-song sequence, imagining responses from an unknown audience. You fall asleep thinking you need to write two more songs in the third person to convey a much more certain sense of place. However, upon waking, you see that things have held together and your creative half hasn't received the word yet from your editor half that the turkey is done.

singing is embarrassing for adults kids on the subway won’t shut up singing is for children  yet somehow we never forget  static builds up everyday everything shocks us strange who are these singing people  what is this feeling that won’t go away we’re barely here  here in one piece conversation takes us   then we need to sing vibrating insides  to feel alive as the night spins dreams  that haunt our lives we grow up we put things aside we sacrifice for a productive life we remember being happy children then have them and educate them  residual effects remain in us we think of singing as entertainment but what if it’s as necessary as eating, sleeping, or love? Abm(maj7) | Abm9 | Dbaug | Gb G# | A#7 | C# | Gb7 Bb7 | F7   B7sus4 | Dm7 

you'll grow up  into these blues decades cut,  loneliness names you open your mouth  hear the sound your voice becomes  these songs about heartbreak  just guess pencil in the spaces  you'll later color in you desire experience alas,  there are no child prodigies  in this business decades rolling  with these blues for a few years  of best work you’ll return then  to the wind  to become a notion  for someone else

https://www.youtube.com/watch?list=UUsk8ASkPcIvvQxg3HWu5pVQ&v=lP30lTBfnmU