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These Four Padded Walls
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Sort of a continuation from the previous song about mental health/illness, and dealing with agoraphobia and social anxiety.
mental illness depersonalization agoraphobia social anxiety
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The music of Lee Shapiro, which consists of a variety of styles and genres. I would appreciate if you "liked" or commented on any of the songs you enjoy.
My favorite kinds of music is the kind that surprises you. While I enjoy conventional type songs (verse, chorus, verse chorus, bridge, chorus), I prefer songs that take you on an adventure. This includes jam songs (Grateful Dead), and songs with many detours and lots of dynamics (Rickie Lee Jones, Dave Matthews). Although most of my songs tend to fall into some kind of normal verse/chorus formula, I do tend to try and mix things up a bit. Which is why most of my songs last longer than 4 or 5 minutes.
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Rock n Roll
Charts
#306 in subgenre Peak #20
Charts
Peak #384
Author
Lee Shapiro
Rights
2015
Uploaded
September 12, 2015
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MP3 7.1 MB • 262 kbps • 3:47
Story behind the song
Yet another song about mental issues, specifically agoraphobia and social anxiety. Musically it was deliberately written very simply. Over the summer I was in kind of a writing slump, not being happy with anything I was writing/recording. So I kept this one very simple and just wrote about the first thing that came to mind. I looked at the soundproofing on the four walls of my home studio and they kind of reminded me of being in a padded cell.
Lyrics
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before Or smile and tell me that it’s okay I fell to pieces walking out that door And it happens again day after day after day Just staring at these four walls around me Thinking they’re either a womb or a cage Scratches on the walls from a cat who’s got to be free Feelings don’t change from either wisdom or age Yeah it sound just like that song I played for you a long time ago Yeah you can tell me I’m wrong But that doesn’t mean it has to be so Just staring at these four walls around me Thinking they’re either a womb or a cage Scratches on the walls from a cat who’s got to be free Feelings don’t change from either wisdom or age The clock on the wall is upside down So I start my day exhausted and tired If I could just turn it around I might be called someone who really tried Glaring at these people around me If I look mad enough they’ll just leave me alone Scratches on my face to find the real me Because I often feel like my very own clone So stop me if you have heard enough I can be many thing but never dull It’s time for the freak show and all that weird stuff I like to pile on whenever there’s a lull Glaring at these people around me If I look mad enough they’ll just leave me alone Scratches on my face to find the real me Because I often feel like my very own clone The clock on the wall is upside down So I start my day exhausted and tired If I could just turn it around I might be called someone who really tried
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