This title like "House of the Rising Son" was inspired by the music of the 60's. Bob Dylan has done a number of songs titled similar to this "Ballad of a Thin Man" "Ballad of Hollis Brown" and others..
This song pretty much explains itself. It is a story of a failed artist that settles for mediocrity and tries to fit in with regular life. The ending was inspired by Hunter S. Thompson's suicide where he typed only one word on his typewriter before pulling the trigger.
Believe it or not the first voice you hear is the voice of Joey Gladstone of Full House. I was half asleep one day and heard that part and went on a mission to find it for this song.
Ballad of the Man That Never Made It
"you see last night was a revelation..
that big break is not coming..
I am going to venture into the business world
I'm going to get a real job and make some real money
I'm starting a whole new way of life..
There comes a point in your life where you just have to say to yourself
" I tried and I failed"
I'm just glad I found this out now and not when I'm 46 years old"
Woke up..his alarm ringing
and he was hoping it wasn't raining
'cause he can't remember last night
get to smoking with a cigarette and glass pipe
and maybe in a past life he was something special
just an empty vessel carrying a heavy load
its such a crooked road
its such a different path
they lookin' at him and get to thinking that he will never last
point at him and laugh
another puppet for the cash
if you're doing somethin' different you're finishing dead last
this is why the talented balance and than crash
'cause everyone will dig in his pocket..like..real fast
and it'll catch up with ya
as soon as she's in love with u
he settles for the replica
but still she'll be second to what really matters
mad hatter with this chitter chatter
i'd chose the latter
but fuck it..it doesn't matter
..and this is over breakfast..
i guess that it's gotten worse
because he's stressing impression and only got a couple shirts
..he checks his phone..
ignoring who keeps texting him
a bunch of missed calls and alot of mean messages
alot of questions of where he's been and what he's been doing
alot of friendships he's ended..and now they're fucking ruined
he had a dream he was chasing but now he's not pursuing
had it figured out
but now he don't know what the fuck he's doing
this is the story of the man that never made it
that did something amazing but they hid it in the basement
this is the story of the man that never made it
who's still sittin' and waiting 'cause he doesn't want to face it
On his way to 9-5
this is such a shitty drive
his co-workers don't even notice that he's alive
they don't know he was rockin' stages
he's pushin papers
they talkin' families..his conversations vacant
and he can't take it..
it's like theres nothing in common
he's all alone in the morning
and god damnit its boring
..and than he drives home..
and gets lost in the music
remembers when he used to do it
was too timid and blew it..
..and its still raining...
he run inside to grab a beer
even his dog barkin' like he doesn't even live here
..another Guiness..
the microwavable dinners are finished
he puffs a blunt for a minute
and than goes downstairs
..talking to his girl..
fightin' for five years
..she hang up on him..
but in a minute she'll call back
..he'll get to screamin'..
but in a minute he'll fall back
he hits the bar with the same faces...alittle older
the same town that he's been in since he was in a stroller
..sip till he's falling over..
..mumbles to a stranger..
something about startin' over and getting signed to a major
its just a dream now
its just a conversation
all the years that he worked at it..he fucking wasted
..back home now..
and he's fuckin' wasted
his money lower than his self esteem
such a selfish dream
front page of the magazine
..he pushed it all aside..
he feel it..deep inside
opened up his rhyme book and wrote one word
....goodbye...
this is the story of the man that never made it
that did something amazing but they hid it in the basement
this is the story of the man that never made it
who's still sittin' and waiting 'cause he doesn't want to face it
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