I'm looking at the worldwide music club.
I wanna be in it, I wanna be on top.
I wanna wrote a song about something I like.
But all songs have been written, so I dunno where to hide...
From ideas and music,
lyrics and stories,
genius paintings
and heartbreaking poems...
Of past!
Of past.
Of past!
Of past...
Yesterday I wrote a really cool love song
I've wrote from my heart all the fucking night long
I was happy and proud, I just wanna to sing
But today I found, that two groups 'lready had this thing.
From the years of begenning of an ancient world
To the days of tomorrow, people've moving so slow.
And rock idols wrote to know how it feels to be kings.
But, oh God! Why you should have used up all the good things?!
All ideas and music,
lyrics and stories,
genius paintings
and heartbreaking poems...
Of past!
Of past.
Of past!
Of past...
So I'm sitting here without any good thoughts.
I'm a poor little boy that've tried to overcome gods.
I thought may be all ideas were already used.
I thought that old people have used up my muse.
And it was like lightning, like the star in the dark.
This song came up to me from the ending to start.
Oh yeah, this song is my enormous complain,
But, hey! I just sang song about poets nowadays.
They wasting ideas and music,
Write endless lyrics and stories,
Destroy genius paintings
and heartbreaking poems...
Of past!
Of past.
Of past!
Of past...