I Want To Live

Here's an ode to the will of life, circling around the same subject as my previous song, but this time from a completely different angle, with bit more (dry) humor. The chorus melody came to me in a dream, where I was singing it loud and for a long time, it was simple and easy to remember (I can't be sure whether it's original...)
Thus less complex chords than usually. Unfortunately I didn't remember anything about the lyrics or the song title in the morning, but I knew immediately that the song should use the new ska RTs (BIAB 2020 was just released at that time). I'm glad that BIAB makes it so easy to explore different genres, I hope this change is not too drastic wink I left some rough edges there, I think it's ok to sound bit unfinished, but of course you may disagree smile

RealDrums:
SkaFastPopWes
FootStompJig2
FootStompKlezmer2
Cowbell2
AfucheShakerEv8[single]

RealTracks:
Electric bass, SkaPunkPopAb #3489
Electric guitar, Rhythm SkaFastPop #3493
Electric guitar, Rhythm SkaFastPunk #3494
Electric guitar soloist PunkMurray #2586
3528:Vocals, Background GospelCool2-part Sw16 075 HALF-TIME
687:Harmonica, Background Pop Ev 165
Jaw Harp, Rhythm Folk16thsFastRoots #3426

Vocals by me
Mixed in CakeWalk by BandLab

Lyrics:
I want to live through the painful stabs
the itching and scratching due the crabs
my best years through the mud to plod
waiting in vain for the rescue squad.
I want to live in the hope and trust
before my stage is cosmic dust
that the last ten minutes of this passion play
would be cheering and hurray.

I have chosen my own way
my risks are rewarded with this pain
no praising for the roles I tried
an angel not walking by my side.
At least I've learned one thing in grime
praying for mercy is waste of time
but I still want to fight and paste
the iron in my blood to taste.

I want to live...

On this beach when aged with rust
it's futile to look for youthful lust
yet again another shameful fall
same drunken humping to recall.
Years have filled me with regret
there has never been no one else to pet.
Wish before I'm ash in a bowl
someone sees my burning soul.

I want to live...

Powerless look by the hills
the crawl in the pit of the old age ills
lonely singing is a hurting knife
at the last sips from the mug of life.
Although the grief overflows my cup
I'm never going to give life up.
Dregs will give me my last high
my medicine to softly die.

I want to live...

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Janne

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