בן אמר שאופרת הרוק הזו היא סיום ממש טוב לאלבום.
היו לו כמה הערות מועילות לגבי האנגלית וגם על הלחן והתוכן במקומות מסוימים.
גיבשנו תכנית עבודה ולוח זמנים צפוף להמשך.
האלבום אמור להיות מוכן ליום הולדתי ה50 באחד באוקטובר.
אני רוצה להשפריץ אותו בחופשיות ולהשתמש בדדליין כגורם משחרר (התלבטויות ופרפקציוניזם הם שודדי הזמן הגדולים ביותר).
12 השירים האלה לא יכלו להיכתב ולהיות מולחנים בשום זמן אחר מלבד ארבעת החודשים המופרעים האחרונים (השיעור הראשון עם בן היה ב19.2).
אני רוצה שההפקה תהיה נאמנה לרגשות הסוערים, לתקופה הכל כך קשה הזו בחיים שלי. פסיכוטית, גועשת, נועזת, אמיצה, כואבת, דרמטית, תפורה בגסות, מטלטלת ומוצפת בדמעות.
Happy fiftieth birthday to me
Will the second act be better than the first?
Is it just a steep downhill tumble
Spinning from bad to worst
Why didn’t you help me get back on my feet
Didn’t you see i was crushed by the war
Exhausted, disappointed and torn
You were deaf to my desperate calls
Good girls from bad homes are poisonous apples
Why can’t I feel any sexual joy
Denying myself every bit of pleasure
Exploited like a dog’s chew toy
Dog’s
Chew
Toy
How used i’ve become to alarming sirens
Adjusted to constant uncertainty
Last night was doomsday but now it’s morning
Back to business and normalcy
Why did the scuba instructor
Abandon me underwater twice
Why did my wife deprive me of affection
And just dove away in her phone when i cried
Why did the teacher stopped showing me interest
Once he got paid but never delivered
Why did the sex therapist keep pretending
She knew how to rescue us from our blizzard
Greedy, selfish, takers, fakers, liars, cynics, hypocrites
Greedy, selfish, takers, fakers, liars, cheaters, hypocrites
Happy fiftieth birthday to me
Will the second act be better than the first?
Is it just a steep downhill tumble
Spinning from bad to worst
Been used and betrayed so many times
Will I ever be able to love again
Could I ever trust and deposit
My shattered heart in infected hands
Been used and betrayed so many times
Will I ever be able to love again
Could I ever trust and deposit
My shattered heart in infected hands
Ocean could have been
Our beautiful baby girl
Or maybe we’d name her Autumn or Coral
Would it be fair to bring
An innocent helpless soul
Into this deteriorating world
But what about surrendering the battle ground
To the multiplying monsters
And their mutant genes
The Invasive species
Overwhelming the fragile eco system
With their venomous hatred
Would it be fair to lay such a cross to bear
On the soft tiny shoulders of our unborn baby girl
Ocean
She’d not even be twenty
When I’d turn seventy years old
If I even live that long
So maybe some dreams will never materialize
Maybe the revolution *will* be televised
Breaking news, all hearts are now broken
Too late to pull on the breaks now it’s open
I’ll always believe in the supremacy of love
Peace should be the only way for conflicts to resolve
Children should never be hungry and afraid
Every soul deserves to be respected and free
No one should ever be persecuted
for their skin complexion
Who they pray to
Who they love
What beliefs they cherish in their hearts
The soil belongs to no one
We’re its property
And not the other way around
God is in every petal of every wildflower
Every raindrop that quenches the thirst
Of beautiful planet Earth