Fall to Rise,
Rise to fall
It's the only way
to have it all...
Like the sun and moon and oceans
spend eons in endless motions
none of then have magic potions
they rise and fall and are unbroken
we must embrace their work unspoken
and give our music such devotion!
Every step you take,
to reach the top,
has ten steps back
and times to stop,
one never strolls
into the world of pop,
you've gotta
flip what's hip
or you are gonna flop,
The charts are full
of useless slop,
The most important
song work is the parts
that you will chop
you gotta fall to rise,
and stumble
till your humble,
bees don’t
always find the honey,
which is why they
call them bumbles.
What you learn from mistakes,
is what will give you all the breaks,
making a break at the point
is exactly what it takes.
it's exactly what it takes!
You've gotta bruise your knees
to rise up musically,
and though it looks
so damned easy,
it may never be,
even a bed of roses,
has thorns you see,
There's just one damn hook
that reaches all the masses,
far too many are left reaching
and they fall down on their asses,
when you're bowing to the music god
you always rise and fall,
genuflecting to the masters,
hoping they’ll give you call,
and each time you fail,
there's no time to
sit around and wail,
there are twenty million
others out there, chasing your tail,
I ‘ve seen the world
from a spot lit stage
but I’ve walked in gutters too
I’ve penned countless songs
torn up in rage, cause
the true hits have a clue
and it's to this mystery I’m no sage,
but it’s what I love to do,
and when it all comes together,
someday in the distant future
I’ll need band aids for the falls I made,
and even a few sutures
and when I reach that pinnacle of fame,
I’ll always mind my balance
cause too many
have climbed to the top
and fell beneath it’s challenge,
and I will always thank my fans
and never treat them callous
and every night when my show ends
I’ll thank God for my talents.
yeah, I'll thank God for my talents
and whether or not I succeed,
this will be my "Musicians Creed "
penned in the sweat I had to bleed,
inspiration is the seed......
....without it I cannot proceed
I will beg my muse to end my blues-oooose
till I reach the dreams I need.
Like the sun and moon and oceans
spend eons in endless motions
none of then have magic potions
they rise and fall and are unbroken
we must embrace their work unspoken
and give our music such devotion!
we must embrace their work unspoken
and give our music such devotion.....
Such devotion.
Inspired by Stella Ronson’s Phenomenal song
Music Composed & played
by-Stella Ronson- ©-2020
Vocals & lyrics Sung & Written by-
Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2020
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
Lyrics written by Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2020
