CREDITS

by Briyan Frederick Baker and Joe Maki
Published by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP and a publisher TBA
© Briyan Frederick Baker and Joe Maki

STORY

Joe and I met while working in a grocer during college and struck up a quick songwriting partnership. We reconnected recently and have rekindled this ongoing collaboration.

Joe shared the seed recording, asking if I’d like to take a stab at the lyric which I did and done.

LYRIC

[verse]
I'll admit it wasn't pretty
I was handed every key to every city
Practically reeling from her razzle and her tongue
But I'm kicking and I'm breathing
Several decades past teething
Every monkey has an uncle; here's a fork, I am done

[verse]
Could never figure out the angle
But satisfied and ratified in her tangles
And temptations that she dangled on strings
It's all a blur all but forgotten
Flowers wilted, tossed and trodden
By fallen angels who can't figure out their wings

[chorus]
'Cos now I'm cured
Of all the nonsense, presented past the circumstances
Consequence's truth might try to heel
But fail to steal…
I'm cured

[instrumental]

[bridge]
It's the miracle of ages
Defying all the lofty sages
Who from mountaintops proclaimed my dire fate
From their rusty rattled cages

[instrumental]

[verse]
Hello, world, I'm ready
If the world will only let me
I'm deadly but I'm steady I am told
Fire breathing dragons
Now pull my new red wagon
Another journey on my rosebud now unfolds

[chorus]
'Cos now I'm cured
Of all the nonsense, presented past the circumstances
Consequence's truth might try to heel
But fail to steal…
I'm cured
Of all the nonsense, presented past the circumstances
Consequence's truth might try to heel
But fail to steal…

[outro]
fail to steal…
what will reveal