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"The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance."
--Aristotle
The Final Curtain
1989
The lights go up, the music starts
My heart picks up its pace
My mind melts into the scene
As I jump into the race
Diamond eyes peering to the stage
And they reflect the crystal lights
Nothing else matters to me
Except the way I feel tonight
Curtain falls, lights go out
I pack up for the night
Conversations behind the door
The satisfaction feels so right
One more drink, one more autograph
One more night of fans and friends
As much as I live to be there
It tares me up to know it will end
Im a victim to this heart of mine
Putting my emotions on the line
Volunteering all my time
To the lonely road that calls
What will I do when all have gone
When everything is said and done
How do I carry on
When the final curtain falls
It’s a hard life in Rock and Roll, but I wouldn’t travel another road
I only want to lose control in the rhythm tonight
One more night, one more song
Two more months til I get home
The crowd makes this all worthwhile
As I put down my microphone
Looking back on all the pain
Success is worth all the fall
But the fear of ending still remains
I never want my curtain call
An attempt by Jason and me to write another "killer" 80s glam-rock song! While this song is written about traveling on the road with a succesful band, the reality of it is that the furthest Jason and I got to traveling while performing was from my livingroom to the kitchen to grab a soda! I do, however, think that this songs is a pretty good representation of how I feel about performing.
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