I was so much an outcast
No one ever liked me cause I wasn't wanted
I was so different from the rest of them all
Fucked up on the drugs, from all the speed
And I never got no sleep
Cause I kept on trippin' over what they said
And everything that my mom said made me mad
And everything that my dad said made me sad
Why am I even trying?
I'm crying out, I'm crying out
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
Spinning round, spinning round, I've fallen down
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
You keep shootin' those glances
Relating to the rawness, of a fuckin lost kid
Trying so hard to become just like me, talk like me, walk like me
You keep trippin' on everything I wear, every time I swear
Even when it comes to my hair
It seems like you don't have the time to relate to my kind
I'm not a dumb fool in your life
Why am I even trying?
I'm crying out, I'm crying out
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
Spinning round, spinning round, I've fallen down
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
I'm trippin' out, I'm trippin' out
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
Coming down, breaking down
I've hit the ground
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
Now do you trip?
Are you still tripping on me?
Now do you trip?
Are you still tripping on me?
Now do you trip?
Are you still tripping on me?
Now do you trip?
Why are you tripping on me?
I was so much an outcast
Find a way to make it right
I was so much an outcast
I can't seem to find a way to make it right
I was so much an outcast
No ever liked me
I can't find a way to make it right
I was so much an outcast
I can't seem to find a way to make it right
Why am I even trying?
I'm crying out, I'm crying out
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
Spinning round, spinning round, I've fallen down
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
I'm trippin' out, I'm trippin' out
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
Coming down, breaking down
I've hit the ground
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
I'm crying out, I'm crying out, I'm crying out, freaking out
Coming down, breaking down
I've hit the ground
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
O prioritetai man pastaruoju metu yra nauji leidimai. Dar kitas dalykas, kad naujos grupės dažnai jau nebepateikia nieko įdomaus man. Ar bent nesilygina su savo "pirmtakais", kad norėtųsi į juos gilintis.
Nauji atradimai lieka tikrai paskutinėje vietoje ir praktiškai pamirštami. Kartais tik, jeigu pagal asociaciją su kita grupe atrandu, perklausau kokias kelias dainas, ir dažnai tuo ir pasibaigia, nes reikia grįžti prie prioritetų.
Tai panaši dilema ir man. Mano JAU mėgstamos grupės kepa kūrybą tempais, kurie man žiauriai per dideli, o čia dar naujas grupes atradinėti. Dažniausiai pas mane atradimai dabar būna "nes Spotify algoritmas išmetė", o ne intentional prisėdimai prie kažko
Nes pasirodo, juose gali slėptis įdomių, netikėtų dalykų. Pvz., netyčia atradau vieną bitlų dainą, nuo kurios užsikabinau, ir paaiškėjo visas Yellow Submarine albumas įdomus. Bet kur čia spėsi perklausyt, kai tiek naujų reikia peržvelgti...
Tai niekas netrukdo. Nėra ir labai didelė diskografija studijinių albumų. O man vis dar reikia normaliai perklausyti visus klasikinius, kurių gal nei vieno albumo normaliai taip ir neperklausiau. Bitlai, Rolling Stones, Kinks...
Man reiktų kažkada pradėt santykius su Wings. Visuomet Wings turėjau omeny kaip mane labiau dominantį projektą negu patys bitlai, bet vis kažkur kitur dėmesys nukrypsta. Bet neabejoju, jog Wings kataloge rasčiau nemažai ką sau artimo.
Kažin ar uždėjus šauktuką pavadinime pasitaisytų. Nes šauktukas ir turėtų būti pagal viską. O gal jis buvo išimtas su priežastim... Hm, įdomus mistinis detektyvas.