Slightly creepy mid tempo pop song about dreaming big.
A song I wrote about Mark Borchardt, the director of "Coven" and focus of "American Movie". His unending supply of optimism is inspiring.
I saw what you wrote to the editor:
Your telltale incomparable style.
The whole county knows what you said to her,
So you better hope that they smile.
You dug your own grave
Trying to save
Something we’ve tried to ignore.
A nod and a smirk
Ain’t gonna work
We’ve had people like you before through that door.
Don’t sell me.
Don’t tell me.
I don’t have wishes and dreams of a life that is ordinary.
Don’t sell me out
Don’t tell me bout
What you’re thinking , me and this cemetery.
The whispers, I try to ignore them-
I already know what they say.
The six drunken years you’ve recorded
Who starred in them, day after day?
Itching to start
Playing the part
Nobody wants you to take.
Tell me what’s worse:
Trying to rehearse,
Or leaving these shots in your wake?
Don’t sell me.
Don’t tell me.
I don’t have wishes and dreams of a life that is ordinary.
Don’t sell me lies
Don’t tell me why
I should settle for you and your cemetery.