Dedicated to critics everywhere. You can, as can we all change.
singersongwriter
underground
slyder
leave the dream
lost babies
open channel
slyder songs
soulful rock music
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Story behind the song
Even though almost everyone is a critic to some degree, a roomate I had in the early 80's was such a rude critic, I wrote the song.
Lyrics
(written 1981 / 2001)
Why do I continue the masquerade?
If it’s true all these things that you say,
I’m finished even before I begin to play,
Is it true?
Tell me what makes you such a precisian,
And gives you the right to sight where I stand,
Huh?
Huh?
Is it that your life is so right and correct?
That you feel it’s your deal,
To steal and not fret,
To conceal the real,
And you claim that it’s me who’s all wet.
Woo
How do you sleep?
How do you sleep at night?
Instrumental break
Pickin’ up a grudge,
You feel you’re the judge,
But you’re not the truth,
But you’re still in your youth,
You can change
You can change
You can change
change
You can
Why do I continue the masquerade?
If it’s true all these things that you say,
I’m finished even before I begin to play,
Is it true?