From the recording SCRIBBLED DREAMZ
Lyrics
Cobain Dreaming
I'M A
kid with a cheap
beat machine
and a
notebook full
of lyrics eating,
dreams
stitched in venom,
ripped at the seams,
singing truth
to the static,
turning nightmares
into themes.
Born on a
backbeat,
heartbeat like a snare,
city lights
like halos,
weed smoke
in the air.
I learned to speak
in bruises,
learned to laugh
at the pain,
wanted to be honest
like legends
who bled for
the refrain.
Saw him on a poster,
eyes like
a weathered map,
wanted
that rawness,
not the gloss
or
the trap.
So
I want my
shows cheap,
charge a dollar
at the door,
give the people
something real,
not a polished
hollywood whore.
I sleep with
a melody,
wake with
a line,
trade the gold
for the grit,
keep the hunger
in my spine.
Fans in the front row,
hands up
open palms,
I give them
my truth,
they give me
their calm.
Cobain dreaming,
neon bleeding
wanting to be real,
not another name
on a star!
I charge
very little
for a night
that feels like home,
stay true
to the music,
never sell my bones.
Roads that smell
like sex and gasoline,
motel coffee
we play
for the love of music,
not the numbers
on a cash stash.
Guitar strings
like lifelines,
mic cord
like a rope,
ya that I climb
every chorus
with a fist
full of hope.
Respect
for the people
who stood in the rain,
I sign
every hand,
remember
every name.
Im just a
kid with a cheap
beat machine
and a
notebook full
of lyrics eating,
dreams
stitched in venom,
ripped at the seams,
singing truth
to the static,
turning nightmares
into themes.
Dream of a life
where the stage
is a throne,
SCRIBBLED DREAMS!
I KNOW!