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Day Walker

I really love music, in fact I am currently writing some rock song. I call it “Day walker”, it is actually a cover song, and you guessed right, it’s an Owl City cover song. Am 50% done with the writing, if it turns out real cool I may think of recording it eventually. By the way, I’m in need of some help in writing a verse of the song, if you have experience in song writing and you are interested you can kindly hit me and save a bro.
The song is not about

Money, Sex, A woman’s behind, Booze.

The above is the summary of hit tracks these days. I for one am sick of hearing sex maniacs on the radio all the time. Most of the time the tracks they play on the radio are highly perverse and I wonder what children are expected to do. Oh, it’s such music that is regularly played at children’s parties and similar events. I complained to a friend on how empty and perverse lyrics are these days and he told me all that matters is the beat. True, but why must it be always on the same old sex songs?
The same thing we see in music videos. Scantily clad ladies wriggling and writhing, hopping about.  I recently saw one in which a lady there was humping a range rover. I just wonder how kids of these days will cope with the pressure. The society is highly sexual, in fact too sexually charged. I suspect this could be part reason why molestations are on the increase in the country. Sometimes these videos are shown during the family belt hours. Kai, most of the videos are plain R Rated. Sometimes a song is clean, watch the video bam! It’s very nasty.

I nearly forgot, if it’s not money, sex or booze it is weed. Many singers now sing about drugs and subtly encourage their fans to indulge, however whenever they are interviewed they advise their fans to avoid drugs.
If you are in doubt, call a bunch of hungry wannabe rappers to the studio and hear what they’ll say. Just be prepared to be regaled about their great awesomeness, and how rich they are. Yes, the hungry boys are going to tell you they are rich. Heck I think I am one of the greatest and most awesome, but I don’t go about disturbing people about it, have I shoved it down your throats? No!

Don’t get me wrong, am not a fan of the “every song should teach you something” school of thought. There were songs we were taught in Primary school that taught us nothing really. Ok, some of those songs taught us how to speak English properly. If every song taught us life lessons existence would be a dreary classroom. Inasmuch as songs draw us closer to God, teach us about life and are teachers of culture (especially tribal songs), I still believe not every song should be a lesson of life. I have heard some songs that describe a sky dive beautifully others describe something as insignificant as a visit to the dentist and made beautiful music out of it.

Expect the lyrics to "day walker" song to be out soon.

Gospel music all the way, Owl City music all the way, Imagine Dragons all the way.


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