Mr. Song is a song about the role of lyrics in our lives. It’s about connecting to an idea and realizing you are not alone. It waits in your headphones and peaks out at the end of a long hard day. It’s another piece continuing the theme of self referential art.

Its meta tag puts it at about 2004. Its an oldie but a goodie. Check it out.

Mr. Song

I am a song
Never mind who sings me
They are just a vessel
A method of delivery
My bones are my nouns
My flesh are my verbs
If you’d like to get to know me
Pay attention to these words
I was never born
Conceived, or created
I introduced myself
When things got complicated
I am about
The things that burn you out
And I mean
What you need me to mean

I am your song
Sing me when you need me
You don’t have to go at this alone
Or unaccompanied

Pull up a seat beside me
I am a shoulder on which to rest
While you’re waiting for hope
To finally manifest
I am the soundtrack
To the moments in-between
When life seemed like it used to carry
A greater meaning
I am the help line
You can call to be consoled
The waiting music
When God has you on hold
I am just the right words
In just the right order
And though it’s a painful existence
This is what you need to hear

I am your song
Sing me when you need me
You don’t have to go at this alone
Or unaccompanied

I’ve been your whole life in the making
An unconscious undertaking
A three verse reason
For the persistence to keep on
A brilliant sun to a cloudy sky
When hope is in short supply
When wishing wells are in your debt
I am hope incarnate

I am your song
Sing me when you need me
You don’t have to go at this alone
Or unaccompanied

I am your song
You make me necessary
And if you think you can recall
You can keep me, once you’ve heard me