Strange Currencies: A Podcast For Songwriters

The night is like a curtain Outside my window It is indifferent to me I’ve worked my entire life To be a winner But losing has a thing for me While my pen wonders when I’ll quit her Only if your words stop singing to me Chorus: It’s a losing battle In a proxy war Toy soldiers lined up On the killing floor Someone dies for their reason Another adjusts the score Take me to our bedroom Beyond this locked door The victor’s narrative Is an attractive incentive Recalibrating chance as clarity I’ve never been overly Inventive Assessing its relationship to me Seeking an unbiased Outsider perspective To diagnose ambitious purity