SELF-COMMAND (Demo For a New Jazz Standard) [Live]

Words convey instructions
When I find I'm in a rush, rush; like:
Mum! Do you think I'll ever get to reach some renown?
Rather than that far away,
I ought to stick to what's on now
Hopefully I'll keep the message
and won't forget to self-command

Words from buddhist lectures
Reconduct me when I'm gone awry; like:
Five weeks outdistance a month,
I'm in need of some hunk stud
Should I start escorting?
That's how big sometimes my rush becomes, and
Panicking is never over,
though next time I will self-command

My neurosis did just top out
Gotta stay alert,
got a trend to get attached
And hope for someone
to redeem me from my steady junk

Words can pause the sorrow
When my credit to atonements
Extramundane plans
and final resolutions expires; like:
I've quit interventions, Morns will now dispatch him back
Wish I were now shielded from believing such amount of bunk
Cutting down my mental gab will take wise words and self-...

They no panacea,
they just guide me to "big-dealing" halts; like:
Better I become successful, otherwise I will...!
As soon as I'm back to thinking sex would propel me one shot
Words disposed as source of wisdom
help me hold my next backlash, and
When I feel things went all tangled
I'm sure missing self-command

My neurosis did just top out
Gotta stay alert,
got a trend to polarise
And hope for someone
to redeem me from my steady junk

I'm so tired of over-analysing
My lyrics must stop to be so intellectualised, and
I'm so tired of singing about the same guy
I flunked,
but I gotta recompose my multicoloured life

My neurosis had just topped out
Gotta stay alert,
got a trend to magnify
And hope for someone
to redeem me from my steady junk



Credits
Writer(s): Guillem Berrocal Alvarez
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