I want to always want to feel like part of this was mine.

Are you going to live your life wondering,
standing in the back looking around?
Are you going to waste your time thinking
how you've grown up, how you missed out?
Things are never going be the way you want,
where's it going to get you acting serious?
Things are never going to be quite what you want.
Even at twenty five you got to start sometime

I'm on my feet, I'm on the floor, I'm good to go.
All i need is just to hear a song i know.
I want to always feel like part of this was mine,
I want to fall is love tonight

Are you going to live your life standing in the back looking around?
Are you going to waste your time? Got to make a move or you'll miss out.
Someone is goin' to ask you what it's all about,
stick around nostalgia won't let you down.
Someone is going to ask you what's it's all about,
what are you going to have to say for yourself?

I'm on my feet, I'm on the floor, I'm good to go.
All i need is just to hear a song I know.
I want to always want to feel like part of this was mine.
I want to fall in love tonight

Crimson and clover over and over.
Crimson and clover over and over.
Our house in the middle of the street,
why did we ever meet?
Star in my rock and roll fantasy.
Don't don't don't let start,
why did we ever part?
Kick start my rock and roll heart.

I'm on my feet, I'm on the floor, I'm good to go,
so come on Davey, sing me something that I know.
Want to always feel like part of this was mine.
Want to fall in love tonight.
Here, tonight,
want to fall in love tonight.
Here, tonight,
want to always feel like part of this was mine,
want to fall in love tonight.
Want to fall in love tonight.
Want to fall in love tonight.

inspiration

I'm lacking inspiration. I'm void of passion or creativity. The sparks that once fueled my very life, gradually and imperceptibly grew dimmer and dimmer until they are now dangerously close to extinction. There is no rush from a performance. No adrenaline butterflies to spurn me on. No tingle in the back of my brain that makes all the physical pain magically disappear. I find myself unconsciously counting the minutes 'til the end of each class, each rehearsal, even each performance. When did this happen? How did this happen? The one thing I am hanging on to, the one thing that keeps me from losing all faith in myself, are the moments when I see something or hear something or read something that is so beautiful, so well-done, so inspired, that I get this burst of frantic energy that makes me almost panic with the desire to create or be a part of something with at least a portion of it's significance. The fact that some things can still affect me in that way gives me hope that that spark hasn't completely burned out. That at witnessing a great work of art, I'm not simply impressed and in awe of it's beauty and ingenuity, but that I'm gripped with the need to create something of my own. Its not much, but that small fact makes me not completely give up on myself as an artist. I just need to fuel my spark; to re-discover my creativity; to redefine my inspiration.