The Light (June 16, 2025)

This is a song that I started writing for an assignment in a songwriting course I took last year at the University of Manitoba. It has evolved since then and recently I revisited it and completely rewrote the lyrics on a new theme. I'm putting this in my short list of potential songs for my next studio sessions.

Lyrics

Let me welcome you to my kingdom, I’m
The surveyor of plastic fiefdoms,
Pastoral lands bleached in the sun

Subjects never were cursed with freedoms
No decisions, just bow to me, sons
Use all your points of articulation

You might come in with new ideas
Asking why they’re all fake plastic trees
A bonsai here would be real nice
Don’t disagree but I don’t see why
Anything has to change

I’m following your words
You’re pitching me well
Still it’s the way you swipe from me

You’re never seeing
The light

This is not a negotiation
To get what you want you gotta take it
Don’t know why there’s so much hatin
On my perfect plans for this beautiful nation

You keep sayin it’s exploitation
As if that’s something verboten, shameful
I don’t believe that, but I do believe
My hands are clean

I’m following your words
You’re pitching me well
Still it’s the way you swipe from me

You’re never seeing
The light