The night before last I dreamed I was on a desolate Welsh mountain digging up a grave and inside was a stone sarcophagus, a shape partly like a jigsaw puzzle, and partly a corpse made of dark grey stone with a gold clasp. The mood was solemn. It led to a low day yesterday. Last night I dreamed of singing Ode To Joy in a choir. There's no better dream! Today I'm recharged and full of energy. I've finished a song I started to write last week. One of my best in ages it's an upbeat rock song like Bryan Adams might do, a bit like the One And Only, that Chesney Hawks one.
Success Machine
>Well I was lonely
and I was lost,
and I was troubled
and counting costs,
and I was waiting for a message from the genius inside
but the answers were not there that night.
Well I was tired
but I had will,
and I kept trying
and trying still,
and I was slowly contemplating how to make it all go right,
when a switch inside my head flicked on
and now it's
Zap! Pow! Look at me now!
The world is at my command.
I hold it in my hand,
and everything I planned is going to be.
And see me
Flash! Bang! Look at me stand!
A master of my fate
and all that I create,
and everything is straight and perfect, clean.
I'm a success machine.
So when I'm tired
and finding blame,
I find inside me
a little flame,
and then I focus all my energy to make it all go right,
to make the switch inside my head flick on
and then it's
Zap! Pow! Look at me now!
The world is at my command.
I hold it in my hand,
and everything I planned is going to be.
And see me
Flash! Bang! Look at me stand!
A master of my fate
and all that I create,
and everything is straight and perfect, clean.
I'm a success machine.
(solo)
and now it's
Zap! Pow! Look at me now!
The world is at my command.
I hold it in my hand,
and everything I planned is going to be.
And see me
Flash! Bang! Look at me stand!
A master of my fate
and all that I create,
and everything is straight and perfect, clean.
I'm a success machine.
