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letra de all i ever wanted - minor planet

i’m sick of the band, i’m sick of this gig
i’m sick of always being disappointed
a lost popularity contest
a missed opportunity knocking
i’m sick of the fans, i’m sick of all three
i’m sick of this sh-t i’m talking
a farcical artistic calling
what a b-tch this is all i ever wanted

1
you walk into a live music venue
your name on the door third course on the menu
the spelling is wrong but then maybe they’d struggle with
spelling john lennon – still just f-cking google it
and that’s one more hit on your band page
you’ve almost as many as candles on your cake
anyways let’s put that behind us
you’re crossing the floor like a tumbleweed ball does
it’s deserted there’s n0body stirring
but emo is blaring for no f-cking reason
and you can’t be certain but you’d say the bouquet
is p-ssy urinal all backed-up since tuesday
with the stage? tucked-away in the corner
next to a plasma that crawls with footballers
so you unload your gear as your heart sinks
hopefully soon the promoter will walk in
hopefully soon they’ll be punters arriving
hopefully listening rather than talking
hopefully wishful as this kind of thinking is
you’ll be business in their opinions
you know that you’re one in a million
a million desperate voices
trying to be heard above all of the noise and just
making the noise that much noisier – pointless

2
now a barmaid appears so you wander
up to the counter to order a vodka
she ain’t impressed by these endless performers
with all their requests for a pint of tap water
so you give up even trying to talk to her
finally here comes the soundman, thank god
but now then, he’s got his girlfriend so he’s not
concerned with, your setup aaaah f-ck i give up?!
the other acts turn up and tune up
guitars that cost more than you make in like 2 months
the show must go and so you’re up
coz your set at not nine o’clock yet is now, son
okay you’re gonna do what you do best
you’re here to make music, not friends
you’re here to communicate something
that transcends all that small talk we talk in
and the crowd are swept up in the moment
but you’re p-ssed you can count them on two hands
and f-ckloads of people will walk in
the second your last song has ended
you pack up your sh-t self-consciously
coupla handshakes and complements probably
but your low self-esteem means n0body
dumb enough to like you is worth taking seriously

[and that’s why i’m sick of gigs
and constant disappointments
they’re following me through the forest
do you know what it means to be haunted?
and like page 52 of blood meridian
i can hear the thunder of hundreds of horses
who else is this self-important?
who else is this boring?]

- minor planet

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