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A song I wrote back in April when I was still in Austin but didn't come up with instrumentation to until July 2014 (by which time I was settled in Colorado Springs). It is personal, and deals with my sad life, grudges against failed dates, failed hookups, failed jobs, my disgust with NYC, and a jab at a recently deceased former online sparring partner named Terry Coppage that the rest of the world knew as Bartcop.

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It seemed like fun at the time, didn't it
we talked about doing it for days
but you were out of there as soon as it was done
had enough of the one night stands
and the fake pretty faces
it wasn't enough to settle down
and you bloodied me without throwing a punch
you're back in your high life
while I'm stuck in the ghetto trying to rekindle lost love
at an age way too old to be solo for so long
no friends in high or low places
and not sure if it ever existed at all

Fair pay for a fair wage
you said I'd be rich doing this work
but I'm commuting more than I'm working
you want things confidential on this job
so sue me
if you have the balls or the funds
I'm not sure what you promised to pay me
ever existed at all

No longer in the Empire State of mind
not when the city went from a dream to a nightmare
not when my old neighborhood is still in ruins
when the new guy let it rot
because my hood won't support him
but then it's been dim with promise for over 25 years
and the things I went there for never panned out
sorry for the ones who are stuck behind
but the greatness of the World's second home
never existed at all

And I wonder whether it was worth it at all?

You battled me 2 decades ago behind a name hidden in plain sight
but we both have been keeping secrets
try flating the sensible from wherever you are now
and I'll deflate your legacy
because Bart the cop from Tulsa
never really existed at all, did he, Terry Coppage?

And I wonder whether it was worth it at all?
is it worth it at all?
And I wonder whether it was worth it at all?
Help me to find my way
is it worth it at all?

There are times I wish I was invisible
no one notices me for what I want to do
stuck playing a homeless guy
when I'm trying to forget that I used to be one
composed the theme that they forgot
and I wonder if it was worth it at all
is it worth it at all?

From the burning mountains to the flooded shores
is there any such place as home anymore
From the models to the cuties to the fembots
is there any such thing as love any more
When they claim they want what's in your underwear
but they're repelled by your petite bank account
is it worth it at all?

Looking at my life
all the failures and ruins
and loneliness and hurt
and lower pay, bad housing
fickle friends
nonexistent sex
and even less love
and not sure if happiness or worth
ever existed at all.....
and not sure if happiness or worth
ever existed at all.....

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from Straight Out Of Rustic Hills, track released July 19, 2014
Written, composed, and produced by Thomas Clarke. Software used in the production: Magix Music Maker Jam, Mixcraft 6, and Spesoft text-to-speech editor. This recording was produced July 2014 in Colorado Springs, CO, although the lyrics were written in April 2014 in Austin, TX.

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Thomas Clarke Colorado Springs, Colorado

Thomas Clarke was born in Abilene, TX, and raised in Colorado Springs. In the early 1990s, he first met producer Steve Peak (Speak Online), who introduced him to songwriting. He attended Brooklyn College in the late 1990s. He was one of the co-stars and contributed music to a 2014 art production about homelessness in Austin called “Am I Invisible”. ... more

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