Walking down the street, nodding head to the beat
Grandfolks creeping past like, “The hell’s with that freak?”
“It’s just me”: when the earbuds speak,
my body moves. My music plays, and
they’re confused
And it goes to show
That passion in the public’s soul is missing
Ranging from the boys, girls, misters and the missus
Wanna give them context, let them listen
But the beauty of it is that I’m the only one who’s in it
Get it?
Music is my energy
Charging through my earphones
Solace my serenity
But I don’t want to be alone
And I get sucked in
The beat and the bass come in
The melody, yes, becomes my friend
And I must bust in
With the harmony
You know it be a part of me
The lyrics mean so much to me,
but on first listen, hard to read
Regardless, the treble and the bass touch me
Can you smell it in the air?
The taste of the 1, 2, 3
The funky beat
Bring it back to '33 or
’59, yes, beyond the sea
Oh, Darin to be bold with my selection
Of genres I be reppin
Hip-hop, alt rock, pop, indie folk, progressive
I’ll admit that I’m picky with shit I mess with
Going back to nine years old, denying a head of lettuce
But aren’t melodies transcendent beyond that?
The walls built by genres and earphones and that crap
Still, I can’t wait for it today
When desire rushes in
Plugged in and
My thumb on play
Music is my energy
Charging through my earphones
Solace my serenity
But I don’t want to be alone
Music is my energy
Charging through my earphones
I want people to dance with me
But I just want to be alone
credits
from Work In Progress,
released July 30, 2017
Lyrics by Joe Sung-Rae
Music by Christian DeKnatel
Joe Sung-Rae: Vox
Christian DeKnatel: Guitar, Bass
