Mozart was crazy.
flat fucking crazy.
Bat shit I hear.
But his musics not crazy, its balanced,its nimble, its crystal, I’m clear.There’s harmony,logic. you listen to these. You don’t hear his doubts, or his debts or disease. You scan through the score,and put fingers on keys,and you play.
And everything else goes away.
And you play til’ its perfect, you play til’ you ache. You play til’ the strings or your finger nails break. So, you’ll rock that recital and get into yale. So you won’t feel so sick, and you won’t look so pale. Cause you’ve got your full ride,and your early admit. So your done with this school, and with all of this shit. And you graduate early, you’re gone as of May
And There’s nothing your paranoid parents can say…
And you know that its just a senata away,and you play
Everything else goes away.