Dan Bull - Blocked lyrics
Daniel “Dan” Bull
[Dan Bull - Blocked lyrics]
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 fruit's 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
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 fruit's 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