His pockets are empty but his heart is not
His clothes might be torn but his mind is still sharp
Guts are aching from anxiety, where can he go?
A gifted soul plagued by status quo
Maslow’s got him dancing the dance
He’s been chasing a dream that never was his,
Now he’s living a nightmare that he never asked for
The whole building is collapsing
And he’s still stuck on the second floor
Maslow’s got him dancing the dance
Manu Chao puts him to sleep at night,
sometimes he might be able to forget about tomorrow
He spends one third of his lifetime
Where there’s no doubt about pain and sorrow
When he wakes up, it’s back to square one,
He’s sick of having nowhere to run
Maslow’s words have set the norm,
But in the back of his mind, salvation is taking form
Specializing in bright, sunny "bedroom rock español," this Brooklyn singer-songwriter puts a unique spin on lo-fi music. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2024