Foreword: Sometimes in life, well, I think you just need to write yourself your own win like I did with this song below during a more trying time of my past. King Midas, What a Bastard I bought a Cow It said Moo Move on over to me
Went to the market Came back covered in fleas At least I still get the milk for free
I got it just the way I want it to be, yea
Chicken crossed the road To catch a bus down to Georgia Sold his soul to the devil
Ain’t gonna take no time To take get my eggs outta basket Send it on a one way ticket to hell Just don’t forget to pack the snow cones
I think I keep walkin’ On the sunny side of the street Ain’t gonna rain on this parade
They put a monkey on a cake For my very first birthday Now you betta get off of my back
Cuz I got it Oh yes I got it I got it just the way I want to be, yea
Ain’t gonna take granted Eve’ything that’s been handed to me Gonna keep this silver spoon under my tongue And Just like King Midas Touch eve’ything it turn to gold I got it just the way I want it to be, yea Cuz I got it, oh yes, I got it I got it just the way I want it to be, yea
They say its cheaper by the dozen so I grab myself 13 Good thing the baker and candlestick maker are my friends When you learn to play with fire You’re gonna find a moth that gets burned Just like a chicken down in hell
Yes, I’m gonna play charades Among the water and the flame With a wink I make a lion tame Cuz I got it, yes I got it Oh I got it, Yes I got it You know you want it, Cuz I got it
Yes I got it, oh I got it I got it just the way I want it be, yea Scott Joel Gizicki is just another one of those new Los Angeles residents that acts and enjoys writing as well. After being born and raised in Detroit, he finally made it 3,000 miles to the city he's always wanted to live in this past August. He hopes he can stand out from the crowd; at least a little bit. :) |
We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master - Ernest Hemingway
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Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Scott Joel Gizicki - King Midas, What a Bastard
Monday, March 7, 2011
Scott Joel Gizicki - Don't Do Anything
Foreword:
Below are song lyrics that I wrote about two years ago. Even though the song's title alone screams anti-risk taking I think it really coincides. The upbeat jazz-like song itself illustrates an internal struggle of fighting against a want. Perhaps you could even say it is mind vs heart vs. another unmentionable part of the body. In the end, the voice of the song does nothing. Even though the voice ultimately made the right decision in hindsight; while actually in that moment doing nothing was still indeed a risk. I don't think a risk always needs to be some grand gesture or staring down the eyes of danger. Sometimes the risk comes in when deciding between your own heart, mind or well, you know.
Don't Do Anything
I see you standing there
Playing the part like you don't care
Stealing glances, don't catch my glare
I keep on keepin' cool
I end up actin' fool
So I don't do
Anything
Don't do anything
Don't do anything
Just dance, just groove, just feel the mood and I
Don't do anything
Don't do anything
Cuz a kiss won't seal the deal
It's too late I copped that feel
Like a dolphin dancin'
In the net I'm movin'
Fast, I'm beadin'
Beating the sweat
I just won't stop now, please
Head on my damn knees
Limb from limb is the
Sea I swim, but I
Don't do anything
Don't do anything
It's you I want, but I go for the other and I
Don't do anything
Don't do anything
Out the door with that fear
It's like headlights without the deer
So I don't do anything
Don't do
Stomp your hands and
Clap your feet and
Snap those elbows to the beat
Stomp your hands and
Clap your feet and
Snap those elbows to the beat
Watch those and
Avoid surprise and
Suppress, Depress, Impress, Intense
And
Don't do anything
Don't do anything
It's you I want, but I go for the other and I
Don't do anything
Don't do anything
Just dance, just groove, just feel the mood and
Don't do anything
Don't do anything
It's you I want, but I go for the other and I
Don't do anything
Don't do anything
Those baby blues cast a spell it's true
But you better watch out
Cuz there's nothing you can do
Below are song lyrics that I wrote about two years ago. Even though the song's title alone screams anti-risk taking I think it really coincides. The upbeat jazz-like song itself illustrates an internal struggle of fighting against a want. Perhaps you could even say it is mind vs heart vs. another unmentionable part of the body. In the end, the voice of the song does nothing. Even though the voice ultimately made the right decision in hindsight; while actually in that moment doing nothing was still indeed a risk. I don't think a risk always needs to be some grand gesture or staring down the eyes of danger. Sometimes the risk comes in when deciding between your own heart, mind or well, you know.
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Don't Do Anything
I see you standing there
Playing the part like you don't care
Stealing glances, don't catch my glare
I keep on keepin' cool
I end up actin' fool
So I don't do
Anything
Don't do anything
Don't do anything
Just dance, just groove, just feel the mood and I
Don't do anything
Don't do anything
Cuz a kiss won't seal the deal
It's too late I copped that feel
Like a dolphin dancin'
In the net I'm movin'
Fast, I'm beadin'
Beating the sweat
I just won't stop now, please
Head on my damn knees
Limb from limb is the
Sea I swim, but I
Don't do anything
Don't do anything
It's you I want, but I go for the other and I
Don't do anything
Don't do anything
Out the door with that fear
It's like headlights without the deer
So I don't do anything
Don't do
Stomp your hands and
Clap your feet and
Snap those elbows to the beat
Stomp your hands and
Clap your feet and
Snap those elbows to the beat
Watch those and
Avoid surprise and
Suppress, Depress, Impress, Intense
And
Don't do anything
Don't do anything
It's you I want, but I go for the other and I
Don't do anything
Don't do anything
Just dance, just groove, just feel the mood and
Don't do anything
Don't do anything
It's you I want, but I go for the other and I
Don't do anything
Don't do anything
Those baby blues cast a spell it's true
But you better watch out
Cuz there's nothing you can do
Scott Joel Gizicki is just another one of those new Los Angeles residents that acts and enjoys writing as well. After being born and raised in Detroit, he finally made it 3,000 miles to the city he's always wanted to live in this past August. He hopes he can stand out from the crowd; at least a little bit. :)
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