Blocked

Somewhere along the way, I lost my aim

Somewhere along the way, I lost my aim

Somewhere along the way, I lost my aim

I struggle along in vain, just to not quite make it

It's late at night, I'm awake, surprise surprise

Trying to find some kind of way to write

It's a shame, I fail to find a blatant line

Between original art and what's plagiarised

It's vague and effectively makes playing a fresh

Melody impossible, I often wanna lay it to rest

I say with regret cos I love making music

Taking beautiful soothing sounds to make tunes with

Creating a groove and arranging and looping it

But usually it screws me straight up, I feel stupid

I need a tea break to replace my fuses

But my main mistake is that I keep making excuses

The truth is I can blatantly do this

But my brain just refuses to obey so I lose it

Thus making me choose to take painkillers and booze

Just to change up my mood plus maybe induce

A thrust of creative boost to raise me up from this place of wasted youth

And enable me to embrace my muse

Taste the fruits of the great musical roots

That grew from the days of slaves playing the blues

Somewhere along the way, I lost my aim

It's come and it's gone again I've lost my aim

Somewhere along the way, I lost my aim

My colour is gone and drained, I just might faint

So hold me so tight

Make me feel alive

Blocked out, locked out

Please, please, please not now

To find the right line to write's quite a painful paper chase

Sometimes it takes ages, other days I get it straight away

That's the main way I ever can create

But take away my aspirations and my brain's a vacant place

I hesitate for days in an attempt to make a serenade

And say something amazing to set the grade in clever ways

But fate never plays fair therefore I'll stay this way forever

Never creating 'til the end of days

Seven eighths of the time when I'm trying

To think of a lyric, picture an image or write a nice rhyme

I'm willing my mind to fill up with brilliant ideas

Bring them to life, like they were written in my tears

I fear it's quite clear I'm living a lie here

Eyes dried up but I wish I could cry, hear

Is this a signal or sign my mind's fucked up?

Cos if isn't I'm just blocked

Blocked out, locked out

Please, please, please not now

Something is wrong today, I'm not quite sane

Suddenly dropped from grace, and lost my train