Original Song - First World Paradigm (Patreon)

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Today I wanted to share some of my music with you. In just a few days, I'll be wanking my cock for an hour straight and well, I'm still nervous about it! Can you tell? Anyways, I've brought you here today to bless your ears for 3 and a half minutes with this acoustic song that I think will surprise you :)

We are lucky and privileged to be able to not worry about things like hunger and warmth, yet we can still find ourselves quickly grumbling about inconveniences in our lives. A smart person might reference Maslow's Hierarchy of needs and be like: "Bro, we will always want for something". I think that's probably true! I can be very unresponsive to a celebrity's struggles (until the one which I like dies), why? Because they're richer than me? They've got problems too, right?

What the fuck am I blabberin' on about? This song looks inward. I like to think I can "Reset" my gratitude from time-to-time, but nah. I'm movin' up in the world like always and I won't stop until I get the next thing. 😎 Maybe then I'll be happy...? Or maybe you can't reach the top of the pyramid.

I wrote it when I was a student so I wasn't exactly thrivin' at the time but I knew enough to feel almost guilty about the suffering of others.

Anyway, thanks for listening and reading and for all your support along the way X!

Love ya,
Will x
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Lyrics

Chorus

Still, some stains left on my coffee cup,
But stirred with silver spoon,
And air dry my clean clothes on the corners of this godforsaken room.
Have to wait in for the postman,
It's clouding up my mind.
Seven stories to tell or floors to hell?
I'll let you decide...
First World Paradigm

Verse 1
Walk past a homeless man,
Maybe he'll become a fan...
If I give him a helping hand,
But charms are for the living, not for the dead.

Help an old lady cross the street,
Because I'm heading that way to meet...
My favourite comfy seat,

It's just beside my bed.

Chorus

Still, some stains left on my coffee cup,
But stirred with silver spoon,
And air dry my clean clothes on the corners of this godforsaken room.
Have to wait in for the postman,
It's clouding up my mind.
Seven stories to tell or floors to hell?
I'll let you decide,
First World Paradigm

Verse 2

Efficiently Avoiding the waves,
Of busy people with busy days...
I wonder if they've got much to say,
About my new shoes, they're blue and they're brand new.

A product of productivity,
A fair form of captivity...
I'm contemplating poverty because with less to gain there's less to lose.

Chorus

Still, some stains left on my coffee cup,
But stirred with silver spoon,
And air dry my clean clothes on the corners of this godforsaken room.
Have to wait in for the postman,
It's clouding up my mind.
Seven stories to tell or floors to hell?
I'll let you decide,
First World Paradigm

Middle 8

Bankers and wankers and demons aside,
I know we've got the strength to keep this world alive.

But consuming is boomin' on a shoppin' spree,
Rage against the machine for a little fee.

And anger and Anguish overwhelm the soul,
Cause a wicked tantrum that he never could control.

Eating, depleting from the global source,
Just so you know my problems are bigger than yours.

Chorus

Still, some stains left on my coffee cup,
But stirred with silver spoon,
And air dry my clean clothes on the corners of this godforsaken room.
Have to wait in for the postman,
It's clouding up my mind.
Seven stories to tell or floors to hell?
I'll let you decide,
First World Paradigm

First World Paradigm

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