Matt Katz - I Call Places

Guess my days are getting rather predictable
My bills paid and my god satisfied
But there are grave stakes in getting to comfortable
I have so much life to live
And so much love to give
And the man gets his due propers every night
And I need to keep it interesting
I must escape the grip of monotony
But who has the energy
For eight performances a week
When your act is cold and tired
Breaking your neck from working on it
Wrecking your wrists from pulling on it
You get worn and wired
Due to a lack of inspiration
But my good friend says "the act of creation should hurt" so let it hurt
And summon all my aces, and I'll call places
A brake down at the end of the second act
A belting tenor forgets his last lines
A stunned crowd sits and wonders how to react
They stare at his open mouth
And wait for genius to pour out
So routine is by nature the kiss of death
When you make love or make a song it can kill
So I will wait for the tenor to get his lines
And when they come back to him
He can begin again
When your act is cold and tired
Breaking your neck from working on it
Wrecking your wrists from pulling on it
You get worn and wired
Due to a lack of inspiration
But my good friend says "the act of creation should hurt" so let it hurt
And summon all my aces, and I'll call places

Written by:
Matthew Katz

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