Another Dead Poet Lyrics

Sometimes I am terrified

What place does a wordsmith have

In a visually stimulated world

It's like the words I once loved

Are leaving

Like a boy leaves a girl

At a homecoming dance as he catches a glance

Across the room from another

Or as a man finds a lover only

To leave behind his mother

It's how I feel with poetry

Narratives and metaphors

Like I'm an explorer examining the contours

And surveying the meaning

Wrestling and teeming

I was never paying attention in class

Just always daydreaming

Of using a microphone and my mouth

To shift people's minds

I didn't need applause or amens

After my lines

I always pictured people sitting back

With light bulbs coming on

And a slight smirk being cracked

When they finally caught on

To the pictures I had drawn

Without ever using a paint brush

Such a euphoric feeling

As I made the brain rush

A new age Emerson or Hughes

Who can't be hushed

But the way the cultures moving

I wonder if I'll have my dreams crushed

Because it seems that the words

I once loved are leaving

With every double tap on each picture

We're continually caught

In the past moments shimmer

Reflections of a better day

Every time we press play

And the ten second videos pile up

And rob us of our today's

Turning them into tomorrow's

Filling me with much sorrow

Because I just was hoping that your mind I could borrow

As parchment to compose these ballads

Using words to create a new world

Shaping how your mind functions

With every story that I tell

And if I can't paint a picture with

Every word like a brush stroke

I'll feel like a journalist sitting

On the curb of who went broke

Because nobody read the articles

Into which he put all his time in

When Gutenberg meets Google age

Is staying OG a true sin

You know it's hard to be constantly pulled

By the age you live within

When you feel like that you were born

To bring the people back again

To some sort of language repentance

While their off paying penance

To the gifs and memes and snapchat

World that delivers me menace

I guess it's time to move on

Like the Youngstown steel workers had to do

When mass production flooded the scenes

And mass firings proceeded too

The words I once loved have left

Although they'll always have a place in my heart

This is the dead poets society

Of which now I am a part

I'm just another dead poet

I'm just another dead poet

I'm just another dead poet

Any other dead poets

I'm just another dead

I'm just another dead poet

Any other dead poets

Any other

Any other

I'm just another dead

I'm just another dead

I'm just another dead poet

Any other dead poets

Any other

Any other dead poets

Any other dead poets

Any other

Any other

I'm just another dead poet

I'm just another dead

I'm just another dead poet