7/Phoenix/Lisztomania
So sentimental. Make it work. Think less, but let it grow. Fame awaits. Give the people what they want. It’s not hard. Follow these steps, get it right, let yourself go, and soon you’ll go from a mess to the masses. This is your time!
And so it goes.
Littered through out this song’s verses and hooks, is an underlying sense of frustration, an audio visualization of the consumed artists who’s hit a wall, crumpled paper strung across the floor, teeth gnawing on a pencil, scratching his scalp, stuck, curious, wondering how and if this piece of work right here will be something big, or on a smaller scale, something worth repeating and/or returning. Underneath it all is the sound, the sound of a band, who’s backed away from the table, said “fuck it” and put all those worries, fears, and frustrations about hitting it big and making something popular into the song. You can hear it in the tight and precise rhythm section beneath Thomas’ vocals in the verses. You can hear it the way every sound, a throb of the bass, a tinker of the keys, a bang on the drums, is turned up to the nines, clear and sharp.You can hear it in Thomas’ knowing sneer in the bridge as he acknowledges what others want of him and his band “This is your time! Time to show it off!” Think less, but see it grow. Throw caution to the wind. Put that anger and frustration in a song, and see it grow, see yourself grow, “from a mess to the masses.”
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