Emilie Autumn - On Artistic Integrity
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[00:03.260]I toe the line of self indulgence
[00:05.440]Every time I place my pen
[00:07.050]Upon the page
[00:08.230]And form the words
[00:09.460]I felt
[00:10.340]But couldn't show 'til then
[00:12.170]And to myself
[00:13.390]I beg the question
[00:15.050]Why do I thus masquerade
[00:16.680]As one to one
[00:17.750]And to another
[00:18.460]Someone else
[00:19.910]If I
[00:20.490]Afraid
[00:20.980]Of what the consequence of stating
[00:22.670]Openly my cause might be
[00:24.480]When I rant
[00:25.400]And rhyme
[00:26.020]And reason
[00:26.550]Do I write for them
[00:28.270]Or me
[00:29.610]I believe there is some merit
[00:31.190]In creating for one's self
[00:33.420]But why place before the public
[00:34.980]What is best
[00:35.820]Left on the shelf
[00:37.260]Though while I write
[00:38.190]I do not feel that
[00:39.250]What I pen is mine alone
[00:41.140]Even this could be misguided
[00:42.520]As are many I have known
[00:43.650]Who swore
[00:44.350]Poor souls
[00:45.120]That they possessed
[00:45.980]The key to man's mysterious fate
[00:48.190]Succeeded in convincing some
[00:49.900]But most could tell
[00:51.030]They did but prate
[00:52.150]On subjects
[00:53.050]Touching something vague
[00:54.620]Which cannot be unproven
[00:55.910]Or
[00:56.290]In place of content
[00:57.560]Speak in tongues
[00:58.670]Yet know not whom they're speaking for
[01:01.030]No
[01:01.260]I am not deluded so
[01:03.600]I do not feel I represent
[01:05.180]Some force divine
[01:06.810]But still I know
[01:07.680]That I shall never be content
[01:08.990]To hold my tongue when I would speak
[01:11.180]Or change my words to suit the hour
[01:13.250]Or pinch a blush upon my cheek
[01:14.950]To feign my joy
[01:15.970]At love gone sour
[01:17.620]I do not wish to disappoint
[01:18.960]The faith that others place in me
[01:21.350]To lead the way to brighter days
[01:23.310]But sometimes dark
[01:24.450]Is all I see
[01:26.170]I work for good
[01:27.630]I toil for hope
[01:28.470]No one can question my intent
[01:30.870]But even those who listen close
[01:32.340]Can often mistake
[01:33.420]What I meant
[01:34.880]My fear
[01:35.670]I've come to realize
[01:36.650]Is mainly this
[01:38.030]That I am wrong
[01:39.150]That my perception is askew
[01:41.430]That I write shyte
[01:42.210]And call it song
[01:44.540]Perhaps I'll always question thus
[01:46.520]Discount my merits
[01:47.790]Thoughts
[01:48.330]And deeds
[01:49.350]'Tis well
[01:49.960]Long as I still go forth
[01:51.260]And see where this
[01:52.420]My vision
[01:53.880]Leads
[01:55.170]Strong is she
[01:56.220]Who knows her mind
[01:56.990]And speaks it
[01:57.870]Though she may not please
[01:59.720]Fortunate the audience
[02:00.990]That hears such honest thoughts
[03:07.120]As these
文本歌词
I toe the line of self indulgence
Every time I place my pen
Upon the page
And form the words
I felt
But couldn't show 'til then
And to myself
I beg the question
Why do I thus masquerade
As one to one
And to another
Someone else
If I
Afraid
Of what the consequence of stating
Openly my cause might be
When I rant
And rhyme
And reason
Do I write for them
Or me
I believe there is some merit
In creating for one's self
But why place before the public
What is best
Left on the shelf
Though while I write
I do not feel that
What I pen is mine alone
Even this could be misguided
As are many I have known
Who swore
Poor souls
That they possessed
The key to man's mysterious fate
Succeeded in convincing some
But most could tell
They did but prate
On subjects
Touching something vague
Which cannot be unproven
Or
In place of content
Speak in tongues
Yet know not whom they're speaking for
No
I am not deluded so
I do not feel I represent
Some force divine
But still I know
That I shall never be content
To hold my tongue when I would speak
Or change my words to suit the hour
Or pinch a blush upon my cheek
To feign my joy
At love gone sour
I do not wish to disappoint
The faith that others place in me
To lead the way to brighter days
But sometimes dark
Is all I see
I work for good
I toil for hope
No one can question my intent
But even those who listen close
Can often mistake
What I meant
My fear
I've come to realize
Is mainly this
That I am wrong
That my perception is askew
That I write shyte
And call it song
Perhaps I'll always question thus
Discount my merits
Thoughts
And deeds
'Tis well
Long as I still go forth
And see where this
My vision
Leads
Strong is she
Who knows her mind
And speaks it
Though she may not please
Fortunate the audience
That hears such honest thoughts
As these