Kicked over the sticks
By prophisee on January 25, 2026 11:54 pm
This week's topic was having to feel pain to move towards your dreams. The instrumental started with inspiration from some global grove type track that was on a spotify playlist but once the lyrics started flowing it reminded me of one of my favorite RHCP songs Walkabout so I leaned into that quirkiness and wah guitar.
› lyrics
‹ lyrics
A breath of fresh air goes in easy
How did I get here? beats me
My blood moves slow
The only place I've ever known
What do you do when the bottom falls out?
accelerate
flap and twirl
flail and brace
It ain't a lie if it comes from inside
Because you gotta flap to fly
Sometimes all it takes is a kick out the door
Don't just sit, soar
My goal is to write better lyrics this year so I've been following the process and frameworks from Writing Better Lyrics by Pat Pattison. Started ideation. Decided to try to wire this to some animal metaphors
› idea and narrative
‹ idea and narrative
Everyone defers their dreams to "someday" and then it never comes
You have to feel pain to make your dreams happen today
You have to fall before you can fly
You have to leave the den to find food
You have to get thrashed around to learn how to surf the waves
Then object writing about the bird in a nest on a cliff getting kicked off.
› object writing
‹ object writing
Whooshing wind. The comfort of home. The sounds of friends. The only place ever known. A day that starts like every other, but mom and dad have different plans. Today is the day to do like all the others do. I am none the wiser. I enjoy the gulp of breakfast. Taking in the air of the usual, all of the sudden, kick. Nothing to support. Everything falls out from under. a sense of floating paired with an unsettling acceleration. The brain signals panic: you must do something. Brace. Kick out your limbs to make whatever minimal effort possible to stop and protect. Suddenly, it actually seems to be working. They catch and the fall stops. Do more of that. Flapping and twirling, the grip of chaos is slowly retracted and the inevitable outcome temporarily postponed. With continued effort, free fall turns into glide. Then, ascent. I wielded the power to reverse the outcome all along. Once, I sat, now I can soar.
I set another timer and dumped a bunch of garbage to edit down.
› drunk lyrics
‹ drunk lyrics
[VERSE]
The blood moves slow, up in his veins
Breath of fresh air goes in easy
tame chaos with a web of sticks
Too young to worry about chicks
The sun comes up like it always does
can see near and far but noone can reach me
How did I get here? beats me
The only place I've ever known
wrote some more for the second part that I accidentally pared down without saving the original
Feel free to roast so I can get better.
