Wordsmith raw and unedited. Well, as close as I get, anyway. This is the song the album lost its G rating on.
lyrics
I took my inner critic down to consciousness stream
I pushed the bastard in and watched him drown
His voicebox full of water, he shut up and let me dream
And the cage around my soul came tumbling down
I shuffled ever closer til I dipped a big toe tentative
Into driftless current drifting past
And as I did, a thousand little voices argumentative
Cried out until I came to see at last
CHORUS
There's a truth within the words that never feel revision's subtle brush
The words that tumble out and see no edit
That cause the mind to fall behind itself and tell the cheeks 'Now blush
For naked is your soul when you have said it'
I stepped a little back and saw the water turn to wine
I knelt before the edge and started drinking
The grapes were young and raw, but full of truth and flavour fine
All blessed without the spoiling rot of overthinking
CHORUS
For nothing is so numb, so paralytic
Than all the trappings of your inner critic x2
I took my inner critic down to consciousness stream
I pushed the bastard in and watched him drown
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