Lyrics
He sits alone in his room the big stage he'll get there soon
Expressing the artist's current state, sitting alone and aspiring for success on a big stage.
The shower's not the venue but tonight it'll have to do
Describing an unconventional venue (shower) for practicing, indicating dedication and resourcefulness.
There's not many things he wants for him success is enough
Content with success as the primary desire, implying a focused and determined mindset.
He'll give whatever it takes his heart his soul and his brain
Committing to give everything, including heart, soul, and intellect, for the pursuit of success.
Thinking the glory and fame would justify his own name
Believing that achieving glory and fame will validate and justify his existence.
He's getting bored again so for now he says
Expressing boredom, leading to a decision to delay fully living until a later time.
I'll start living then
Postponing the full experience of life until later, indicating a focus on career pursuits currently.
He's got a talk with the label folding hands on the table
Engaging in business discussions with the record label, symbolized by folding hands on the table.
He signs a contract that will pay off all of his bills
Signing a contract that promises financial stability by paying off bills.
Singing in front of a crowd somewhere in the thousands
Performing in front of a large audience, experiencing the highs of success.
Leaving for the next town his smile turns to a frown
Transitioning to the next phase but facing challenges as reflected in the change from a smile to a frown.
Thinking the glory and fame would justify his own name
Reiterating the belief that glory and fame will provide validation and purpose.
He's getting bored again so for now he says
Recurring boredom leads to a cycle of delaying full engagement with life.
I'll start living then
Repeating the decision to start living later, emphasizing the pattern of postponement.
The numbers get to his head inside he's really dead
The artist becoming overwhelmed by success, losing touch with personal well-being.
He cries out in his sleep the subconscious needs (of the soul)
Expressing emotional distress during sleep, revealing internal struggles and conflicts.
His conscience has left him how could this ever happen
Conveying a sense of moral disconnection, where conscience has abandoned the artist.
This was all he wanted and all he lost for it was himself
Reflecting on the high cost of success—losing oneself in the pursuit of glory and fame.
Thinking the glory and fame would justify his own name (how could this ever happen)
Reiterating the theme that expected glory and fame did not bring the anticipated fulfillment.
He's getting bored again so for now he says (this was all I wanted)
Returning to a state of boredom and once again deferring the full experience of life.
Thinking the glory and fame would justify his own name (how could this ever happen)
Repeating the realization that anticipated success did not bring the expected satisfaction.
He's getting bored again so for now he says
Experiencing boredom again, continuing the cycle of delaying a full engagement with life.
I'll think of God then
Mentioning turning to thoughts of God, perhaps seeking meaning and purpose beyond material success.
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