Track One

I'm so sick of programming the drums
That just go bum, bum, bum, bum
I just want the viscera of strumming a guitar
And playing the same chords as Utah
Just because it's a beautiful progression
I hate making synth patterns
That just go buzz, buzz
So I'm not anymore

Where is my muse?
Come on romantic poets
Tell me when the nature walks pay off
At the end of the day, I came home
And say I wrote nothing
I'm just nothing

Listen to me say nothing one more time
And I just hope you listen to this, this time
If I wrote about you, I hope that you won't know it
No one's gonna listen anyway, what's the point?
But I will keep strumming
I will keep strumming

Just keep strumming
Just keep strumming
Just keep strumming
Just keep strumming
Just keep strumming
Just keep strumming

Just keep strumming some more
Some, some more
Just keep strumming
Just keep strumming
Just keep strumming
Stop strumming



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Robinson
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