UK-based country singer songwriter. 'I sing about beer and heartache, but not a drop passes my lips.'
Story behind the song
A threat to my muse, which I think could have left me without this song.
Lyrics
Please don’t tell me
I have to write
Was doing fine on one a night
Lyrics, structure, chords tight down
Hit record and go to town
Now the muse has skipped this station
I’m waiting for some inspiration
And all the while, my brain says:
Please, no!
There’s one sure way to a heady haze
Fifty songs in ninety days
Come on in, but if you’re sure
Leave your sanity at the door
So the muse won’t skip the station
Leave you waiting for inspiration
So your brain won’t say
Please, no!
Just so long as you’ve been told
In fifty songs, won’t all be gold
There’ll be some to make you think
Please, no!
But…
The muse is at the station,
You’re fired with inspiration
Your pen is poised to paper
Let’s go…
Take the idea and form it
Mould, shape and warm it
So your brain won’t say
Please, no!
