Schäffer the Darklord - Bitter Musician lyrics
[Schäffer the Darklord - Bitter Musician lyrics]
Lookif you had one shot or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
But then you
Blew it, would you move on with your life:
With a new goal, a new dream
Or would you just stew about it and
Grow old and angry and bitter? Yo
You've seen him parked in the
Dark of the bar
A PBR-soaked guitarist is hardly a rock star
He's fallen far
His stomach rumbles from his drunken hunger
He mumbles something
Grumbling about when he was younger
When he was bad-ass, man
He had and a van and some fans
And some extra cash from his
Black Flag cover band
Sans backup plan and all his
Eggs in one basket
Had he a question about his quest
He never asked it
In his early 20's in his heart
Of hearts and his mind
He knew he would make plenty
Only a matter a time
He would find the time to tour and write
Eventually he would find
An interested indie label to
Which he would sign
He bravely faced every challenge
That came along and before long
Grew to be the biggest fish in his pond
And every other summer he
Replaced another drummer
Now he's just another number of
Drunks who went under bummer
Nobody listens to the bitching
Of the bitter musician
He's sitting in his kitchen
With his dirty dishes this is it for him
He'll never have a hit or big riches
His vision fizzled cold
And he's so old when it hit's him
Feeling so entitled to the that
Which he doesn't have
But he's too busy belly-aching
About it to laugh
At himself, man, he's got nothing left
Not even his health
No lemonade's been made from the
Lemons he's been dealt
Once upon a time
He was the king of the scene
But it didn't last, no, that passed fast
Now he's mean he says, "Everybody in town
They all know about me"
Yeah, because he talks about
His history continuously
As he preaches of the good ole days
The golden age of shows
And all the bands with which he's
Played shows now nobody knows bars close
He goes home and goes waking
Up his neighbors when
He's drinking Jameson playing
His tapes again, And then
In the corner of his eye he spies a spider
Right beside him
Spinning webs across his head in
A photo on a flyer
From a hundred years ago back when
He was handsome and thinner
Back before he was jaded
Back when he was a beginner
He gave it his all
His best shot when he was trying
Now he chalks his losses up to
Bad luck and worse timing
He even faked it when he couldn't take it
Dues came and he paid them
He laid it on the table, but he never made it
Lose yourself in the music, the moment
You know it
Let him down so very hard that he disowned it
And so he goes around bad-mouthing
The whole scene and
These kids who are the age he
Was when he had his dream
And he's gone now
I guess he finally fell to obscurity
Or grew tired of having to ask
"Haven't you heard of me?"
The rumors flew
I'm not exactly sure what happened
Last I heard he put on a
Black suit and started rapping
Nobody listens to the bitching
Of the bitter musician
He's sitting in his kitchen
With his dirty dishes this is it for him
He'll never have a hit or big riches
His vision fizzled cold
And he's so old when it hit's him
Hey man
You can accomplish anything if you just put
Your mind to it i'm just kidding
To seize everything you ever wanted
But then you
Blew it, would you move on with your life:
With a new goal, a new dream
Or would you just stew about it and
Grow old and angry and bitter? Yo
You've seen him parked in the
Dark of the bar
A PBR-soaked guitarist is hardly a rock star
He's fallen far
His stomach rumbles from his drunken hunger
He mumbles something
Grumbling about when he was younger
When he was bad-ass, man
He had and a van and some fans
And some extra cash from his
Black Flag cover band
Sans backup plan and all his
Eggs in one basket
Had he a question about his quest
He never asked it
In his early 20's in his heart
Of hearts and his mind
He knew he would make plenty
Only a matter a time
He would find the time to tour and write
Eventually he would find
An interested indie label to
Which he would sign
He bravely faced every challenge
That came along and before long
Grew to be the biggest fish in his pond
And every other summer he
Replaced another drummer
Now he's just another number of
Drunks who went under bummer
Nobody listens to the bitching
Of the bitter musician
He's sitting in his kitchen
With his dirty dishes this is it for him
He'll never have a hit or big riches
His vision fizzled cold
And he's so old when it hit's him
Feeling so entitled to the that
Which he doesn't have
But he's too busy belly-aching
About it to laugh
At himself, man, he's got nothing left
Not even his health
No lemonade's been made from the
Lemons he's been dealt
Once upon a time
He was the king of the scene
But it didn't last, no, that passed fast
Now he's mean he says, "Everybody in town
They all know about me"
Yeah, because he talks about
His history continuously
As he preaches of the good ole days
The golden age of shows
And all the bands with which he's
Played shows now nobody knows bars close
He goes home and goes waking
Up his neighbors when
He's drinking Jameson playing
His tapes again, And then
In the corner of his eye he spies a spider
Right beside him
Spinning webs across his head in
A photo on a flyer
From a hundred years ago back when
He was handsome and thinner
Back before he was jaded
Back when he was a beginner
He gave it his all
His best shot when he was trying
Now he chalks his losses up to
Bad luck and worse timing
He even faked it when he couldn't take it
Dues came and he paid them
He laid it on the table, but he never made it
Lose yourself in the music, the moment
You know it
Let him down so very hard that he disowned it
And so he goes around bad-mouthing
The whole scene and
These kids who are the age he
Was when he had his dream
And he's gone now
I guess he finally fell to obscurity
Or grew tired of having to ask
"Haven't you heard of me?"
The rumors flew
I'm not exactly sure what happened
Last I heard he put on a
Black suit and started rapping
Nobody listens to the bitching
Of the bitter musician
He's sitting in his kitchen
With his dirty dishes this is it for him
He'll never have a hit or big riches
His vision fizzled cold
And he's so old when it hit's him
Hey man
You can accomplish anything if you just put
Your mind to it i'm just kidding