Power Cut.

Our block has a power cut tonight (7th Jan, 2019). I got out my guitar and wrote this. It’s just a little probably discardable country song but as the moment that inspired it feels special I’m sharing it. Was going to record it but using my laptop battery and phone to post this is already cheating. Had short-lived plans for a verse about electric pianos but just repeated the first one instead.

In other related news: it’s quite exciting watching the people work outside. They have reflective jackets on that say “electricity” in big letters. It feels kinda sci-fi…

Get yourself some things that work, Without a power supply. Don’t fade out like a battery, switched off prepared to die. Sitting in the dark with a slab of metal as the stars light up the sky. Get yourself some things that work, Without a power supply.

Get yourself some games that work, Without a lover or a friend. Playing chess with just yourself always kills you in the end Explore without a mirror, burn the mail you’ll never send. Get yourself some dreams that work, Without a lover or a friend.

Everyone said “fix your heart with electricity”, But I watched the sparks fizzle away the light inside of me. It’s the current situation, it’s not where you want to be, That power cut you’re dreading’s called an opportunity.

Get yourself some things that work, Without a power supply. Don’t fade out like a battery, switched off prepared to die. Sitting in the dark with a slab of metal as the stars light up the sky. Get yourself some things that work, Without a power supply.