Written for one of our VOM songwriting challenges… I think this was “a different success than you were planning”

Re: the weird illustrations. I’m enjoying adding Stable Diffusion graphics for things when I’m just brainstorming. Throwing it the word “flawless” returns a LOT of images of women in dresses. Interesting. Let it be known, according to next-gen AI, men can NOT be flawless.

I dreamt I’d wed a cellist
Smart and lithe and kind
She’d work her fingers to the bone
For a song

We’d meet some place mundane
And go some place exotic
And deep inside the dream
Our Lives were flawless

We’d run off on the royalties
run off with the nouveau rich
but ain’t Life a bitch
I still penny pinch
I can barely save a dime

I been rubbing up on poverty
like a cat who’s flirting hungrily
but deep inside the dream
our Lives were flawless

Steady on
Winter melts to spring again
I’ve got nothing in my pocket
the seasons don’t mean anything

Steady gone
full circle back to spring again
there’s nothing in my pocket
and nothing up my sleeve

I dreamt there was a sickness
and it took its toll upon the land
couldn’t wash our hands with our wedding bands
chapping lips and finger tips

we stayed some place mundane
cause any travel seemed exotic
deep inside the nightmare
our Lives were flawless

Steady on
Winter melts to spring again
I’ve got nothing in my pocket
The seasons don’t mean anything

Steady gone
full circle back to spring again
there’s still nothing in my pocket
and no-one on my arm

you know how you forget
all the names when you leave your bed
you just faintly remember to regret
leaving something warm

you know how you forget
all your dreams when you leave your bed
you just faintly remember to regret
leaving something flawless

I dreamt I’d left the city
but everyone was starving

feral

They’d kill you for a song

masked faces lowered eyes
And lips were so exotic
we’re in danger for our Lives
cause everyone is lawless

Steady on
Winter melts to spring again
I’ve got nothing in my pocket
the seasons don’t mean anything

Steady gone
full circle back to spring again
there’s still nothing in my pocket
and no-one left to harm

I’ve got no-one left to harm.

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