Dedicated to many a victim of the music industry who thought themselves gods only to wake up suddenly finding differently…
Basket Case Blues by Michael Doyle With your name up in the bright lights Enraptured by a million neon nights You played the Gardens as if they were your own Though you were a million miles from home You arrived as a scarlet angel into therapy Trying to amuse yourself with airs of mystery Wrapped up in your multiplicity of addictions It played out as it were in your predilections Chasing your inner child from its comfort zone Until you awoke to find you were all alone The itch comes back dressed in its leather and lace With no time for tomorrow's alibis; lost in disgrace Who do you believe in, in a world so unreliable When it's so hard to have courage; your spine becomes pliable Life has become a masterpiece of artistic contortion And nothing is left behind but bits of social distortion You wish you had the courage, then maybe you'd confess You wanted to be more, but somehow always end up being less Sold on the big lie that of following your paper dreams But hitting rock bottom is just as real as it seems (c) May 29, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
