I wrote this song on a Sunday morning, recorded it over lunch, and made the video in the afternoon. From a creative process point of view, this was a near perfect experience.
From my Mums perspective it was a disaster that I shared my unmade bed on YouTube, but them’s the breaks.
If I sing, I sing too loud
If I try, I’m much too proud
But I just can’t be still
I won’t back down
You’re preaching with a gun
And I’ll just have to be
Your pagan son
If I smile, I smile too much
When I talk, I’m out of touch
But I just can’t sit still
I won’t back down
You’re preaching with a gun
And I’ll just have to be
Your pagan son
You just wear that crown
And live with your frown
You can’t keep me down
So watch me turn around
Make your awful sound
Alone