"S.E.X.Y." Holland Greco — Putting the Fun Back in Funk with No Regrets!

"S.E.X.Y."

Holland Greco

Putting the Fun Back in Funk 

with No Regrets!

 

Søren Kierkegaard                        Mick Jagger              Keith Richards

But if I never start, then I can always stop, for my eternal starting is my eternal stopping. Experience shows that it is not at all difficult for philosophy to begin. Far from it. It begins, in fact, with nothing  and therefore can always begin. But it is always difficult for philosophy and philosophers to stop. This difficulty, too, I have avoided, for if anyone thinks that I, in stopping now, actually stop, he demonstrates that he does not have speculative comprehension. The point is that I do not.

—Søren Kierkegaard from "Either/Or"

I've been running hot

You got me ticking, now don't blow my top

If you start me up

If you start me up, I'll never stop

Never stop, never stop, never stop

You make a grown man cry

You make a grown man cry

You make a grown man cry

—Mick Jagger / Keith Richards

Now Brother Kierkegaard, or savvy Søren as he might have been known, thought alot about the deciding to go out, or whether to believe the girl, marry or don't marry, and he came up with nothing but regret. He was a philosopher, after all, and let's just say dating advice from a modern philosopher is about as good as a deaf piano tuner. In the long run, Kierkegaard's advice was not to go for it kind of ever, and if we all followed that advice the human race would be finished in a single sanctified generation.

Believe a woman, you will regret it, believe her not, you will also regret that; believe a woman or believe her not, you will regret both; whether you believe a woman or believe her not, you will regret both.  

—Søren Kierkegaard from "Either/Or" 

I personally think the poor guy got hurt real bad, and it sounds like he is a bad choice to ask for advice about whether or not to go out dancing with friends in the clubs. But he won't shut up about it, and the next part of his little quote offers the same advice about hanging yourself, and that isn't helpful so lets just move on to The Rolling Stones.

You make a grown man cry

You make a grown man cry

You make a grown man cry

Ride like the wind at double speed

I'll take you places that you've never, never seen

—Michael Jagger & Keith Richards

Now, I really thought these two would offer something we can use, but I personally think the drugs have gotten to them a little, and kind of picked a fight with subtlety and the drugs won! We don't need no "Riding the Wind" and any reference to speed is a red flag where it comes to clubbing. I have seen some wonderful places, but among the ones I have "never seen" are some of the really trashy places I don't want to see. And what is this thing they have about grown men crying, anyway? Sounds like they have been talking to Brother Søren and maybe got a little too stoned before issuing the advice from the Rolling Stoned.

So to hell with Søren, Mick and Keith. All three are lousy role models! One is an awful buzz kill who can't dance, and the other two are just drunks with a drug habit acting selfish and sloppy and self-important. Ipso facto, there is no real contest here. Without yet presenting her opening argument, Holland Greco has won debate! Let's listen to what she has to offer, because we already know it will be the only good advice in this review.

Now I know it may be a little unusual to start a review of a Nu Funk dance tune with Søren Kierkegaard and The Rolling Stones. It may sound funny, but I mean it and here is why. Brother Søren saw life as a series of choices — always at the crossroads — and he identified a certain truth in that observation. My brother taught Kierkegaard at Yale when he was earning his Th.D in Theology and Wisdom Literature of the Old Testament. Kierkegaard represents those sages among your friends who would caution to make a list of pros and cons before going out dancing. And they sound so smart, but life doesn't work that way. While you are contemplating the meaning of things, life will pass you by. Rev. Albert Camus is a better choice, but ultimately I will side with Sister Holland Greco.

You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

—Albert Camus

And If we are not going to overthink our lives, and Deacon Mick and Alter Boy Keith are too stoned to decide, then Holland has a third solution that will satisfy both parties involved. She chooses to exercise her "phone a friend" option, because it is better to go out with a crowd to dance with friends where it is safe because friends won't let friends do whatever it is you really knew shouldn’t be doing anyway.

The unlived life isn't worth contemplating. Let's go dancing with Holland Greco. I swear it's not too late!

How do you solve a problem like Holland Greco? Well, that might have been my first approach. So, I am at this fundraiser at Bordello for the much-loved drummer Michael Jerome maybe 15 years ago. My favorite artists are there and Cydney Robinson and Buddy are performing that night, and several artists I know tell me, "Billy needs to meet Holland Greco." I learn that she was signed by Zappa’s label, and that is always a good sign. Last minute, Michael called to ask me to speak, and I did my best, but Michael would have done better. The music was amazing, but this Holland Greco character was slated as the closer. Wow! 

So her slot comes up and this perfect doll appears in a 1950s wide black & white polka dot pleated skirt, flaming red hair, a great rhythm section and she isn't nervous at all. The drums and bass hit it HARD, and Holland begins to play...  a ukulele! Seriously! And it rocked. 

The real gift of the night was Holland's voice. She is pitch perfect and really knows how to sing like she wants you to get what she is singing personally, it works like a flash bomb taking everybody's attention by the throat and she won't let go. Now, she does all this ruthlessly, but also cute! How in hell does a body do that? I pity the fool who would try to turn away, but nobody was so foolish that night.

Fast forward: I left Los Angeles for a catfish relationship that tore me apart and became a security guard in the cold of Cincinnati's Night Shift culture, which is a culture of isolation and neglect. I read a bunch of audiobooks such as Homer, Proust, Dante and Joyce, but no music and no writing. And then I moved to Mexico, wrote 14 reviews, and got a Messenger text from Holland Greco!

I am obviously pre-disposed to listening and liking, but I was also raised Pentecostal and can't write about sex without raising red flags. So thank heck this song she sent is "S.E.X.Y.," and I will be emphasizing the "Y" and it turns out that's what Holland does, too.

Her voice I remember was great, but this is better than memory! I try to avoid comparisons but I fail this time and she is like: Helen Humes, Gwen Stefani, The Spice Girls, Christine from Redcar, Björk, Tina Weymouth, Hayley Williams, Melanie... Hold on a minute! Helen Humes had something to say about this sort of thing:

“I've been called a blues singer, a jazz singer, and a ballad singer - well, I'm all three, which means I'm just a singer'. 

—Helen Humes

Holland Greco reminds me of every singer in an upper register who can sing clearly over the band however loud and feel intimate with every listener in the room. Damn! She is just a great singer! From now on, I will compare those other singers to her! Greco has a fast subtle vibrato so emotional I hear it as a timbre and not a warble. That tiny fast movement in the tone — and a sweetly insinuating upward flip at the end of most of the phrases — draws me in. It sounds like the sweetness of a kind Canadian saying "eh?" at the end of each definitive statement, but in Holland it is “sexy.” I like listening to her. She sounds like a friend. Nothing about her feels threatening. She makes me happy.

“No one can penetrate me. They only see what's in their own fancy, always.”

—Ray Davies

So from the gitgo, my take on Holland was that she must be a master of disguises, decked out all cute and approachable like the friend every wished they had. That must be a brilliant tongue-in-cheek façade crafted by her publicist and skillfully performed by this striking girl with stems that go all the way to the floor. Yeah, well I think I just outsmarted myself. I kept pressing and I flash the wonderful Ray Davies quote expecting a kind of "gotcha" moment, but nothing.  She returns my volley with the following:

"I’m just a person with a song in her heart who loves the medium of songwriting, recording, and working with other artists.  Song worship and creation…"

—Holland Greco

With Holland Greco, in all of my experience of her, what you see is exactly what you get. She is incredibly cute, but I now find it credible. She loves people, and enjoys going out with good friends dancing, and there isn't a dark side or anything clever or cheap about any of it.

Holland Greco presents as a whip-smart, crafty artist who knows everything about the production of a modern song, full of intention and joy. She even included a hidden quote from the Psalms, probably to appeal to this clueless music journalist: 

HOLLAND: S.E.X.Y. is a love letter to my friends and the extra fun confidence & strength I feel exploring life with them. 

BILLY: Music cross betwen R&B and P Funk. Without the treacherous failure to pay the talent. 

HOLLAND: Haha.  I like that.  We also referenced Zapp & Roger, Vanity, Deee-Lite, The Beastie Boys, and Tom Tom Club.

     With this song, it’s mostly a lighthearted, idealistic, joyful noise

     The music reflects what makes me happy and want to dance.  

     There are great musicians on the track too.  Shawn Davis really shines on the bass.  Guitars and horns are live.  

     I cleaned up the original demo tracks that were made with Starvon Washington & we added everything else on top.  The demo had a certain authentic electroclash magic to it that I wanted to retain.

I was looking for some hidden twist, a diss, or something up her sleeve! Instead, I got a hidden Psalmaic quote and extremely smart, sensitive and crafty self-awareness. My tail stops wagging and I realize I have outsmarted myself, but at least I let the artist set me straight. This song is as good as virtue ethics to me now. 

Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands. ; Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence with singing.

—Psalm 100

But what about the whole club scene? Isn't there some darkness in that? I mean I think there is supposed to be. I watched it on Entourage!

I have had quite a nice time in clubs over the years.  And like you, met many talented musicians who’ve inspired me. 

—Holland Greco

She got me! Yes, I met many of my closest friend in Los Angeles in the music scene and never felt unsafe, and never had a problem that I didn't create myself.

So now I have listened to "S.E.X.Y" with a new set of ears, and it and Holland are absolutely delightful! She does in fact "make a joyful noise" in an inviting way to a social event this very night where there will be friendly people and dancing. I can see it now. Look! Over there to my astonishment Miley Cyrus is dancing with Mister Rogers! That Rogers can dance. Is he related to Ginger? Elizabeth Lea’s trombone solo gets a cheer from the dancing crowd! And look! The celebrated couple of Hollywood! Its Martha Stewart and Snoop Dogg clearly doing some sort of tandem thing, though I honestly wouldn't say they are both dancing the same dance. They are dancing together and that is what counts!

One thing for certain! If you don't "go out dancing" or something like it, you may become like an old bitter Night Shift security guard in the cold of Cincinnati baby sitting a building. And that can make a person bitter and sad. When we go out and choose to be "sexy," that is when we choose to admit we have a body, and we might be grateful for what we have, or even what we have left in older age. Everytime I leave my apartment here now in Mexico, I live a little. I risk a little, but turns out people like me fine. I am not longer bitter. Yes, my friend, I was that security guard. (What a cheesy reveal.) 

The club scene in Los Angeles always treated me very very well. I love so many people I met, and I even found out phenomenol singer songwriter Meiko has a last name and it is Sheppard! Being a security guard without music or writing and damn near no (non virtual) friends killed me a little everyday. And it made me doubt Holland Greco. So I listened to the song and liked it. And then I bought her earlier double EP, and discovered that Holland sings Funk, R&B, Rock, Pop, Punk, Indie, and Post Punk! She is the OG real deal as a musician, and she can sing a phrase with sparkle and personality over a loud damn band and reach across the footlights with her voice to deliver the song. And she is cute as a button, though that may be the opinion of an old man. I still say "cute as a button" because it has never yet got me into trouble.

Holland Greco knows her craft and she cares for her friends. This song is delightful. Holland Greco is delightful. I danced to this song on my patio today. I don't ever dance, so that it more than an endorsement, it is a minor miracle. And you know what? It felt really good to dance. I never did that in the clubs. Who knew?

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S.E.X.Y.

Lyrics

I feel like makin’ a couple calls

To see who’s down to hit the afterhours
You know it gets better when the group is big 
All of our friends are doin’ their thing
And if the kid looks fly, better say hello
He could be real nice and you never know
And if you feel shy
Hey, then baby, that’s cool
There’s room for you in the neighborhood
(Let’s do it now, don’t hold back let’s do it now)
We’re bustin’ out
(We’re bustin out, don’t you wanna join in and get down)
We paint the town
(Just gather round, let’s have fun like no one else)
Put on a fashion show
(So get involved)
Show me what you got
We’re S.E.X.Y.
Because we want to 
Because we need to
We’re feeling S.E.X.Y.
Because we like to
Because it’s good for you
We pump through speakers the whole world round 
From the big city to the tiny town
Reach new heights and it feels so nice
No fights. Get tight. So...
Drink your milk like a good little kitty
Makes a girl strong and the boys look pretty 
Jet black hair or platinum blonde
We all shake tail and get along. C’mon.
(Let’s do it now, don’t hold back let’s do it now)
We’re bustin’ out
(We’re bustin out, don’t you wanna join in and get down)
We paint the town
(Just gather round, let’s have fun like no one else)
You like the sound
(So get involved)
Show me what you got
We’re S.E.X.Y.
Because we want to
Because we need to
We’re feeling S.E.X.Y.
Because we like to
Because it’s good for you
We’re S.E.X.Y.
Because we want to
Because we need to
We’re feeling S.E.X.Y.
Because we like to
Because it’s good for you!

credits

released May 6, 2022 
Written by Holland Greco & Starvon Washington
Published by Carpe Delirium Publishing & S1V Music 
Producers: Holland Greco, Starvon Washington, & Joshua Lopez
Lead & Background Vocals: Holland Greco
Bass Guitar: Shawn Davis
Electric Guitar: Joshua Lopez
Keyboards: Starvon Washington & Joshua Lopez
Trombone: Elizabeth Lea
Trumpet: Dayna Drew
Horn Arrangers: Dayna Drew & Elizabeth Lea
Percussion: Holland Greco
Mastering Engineer: Mark Fuller
Mixing Engineer: Todd Monfalcone
Sound Engineer: Tyler Karmen
Art work by Somsara
Photos by Piper Ferguson
Recorded at 64 Sound & in Starvon & Jlo's private studios
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"Rattlesnake Motions" Andrew Adkins — Pop Masterpiece as an "Emblem of Magnanimity and True Courage"

 

Cover art by Gabrela Cheloni

[The rattle-snake’s] eye excelled in brightness, that of any other animal, and that she has no eye-lids. She may therefore be esteemed an emblem of vigilance. She never begins an attack, nor, when once engaged, ever surrenders: She is therefore an emblem of magnanimity and true courage.

—Benjamin Franklin 

(Source: The Rattlesnake Tells The Story)

    Andrew Adkins has written, produced and performed this album with the unflinching eye of a rattlesnake. This is by his own admission his most personal album. "All masterpieces are personal statements." I learned that in art school. This album has no such pretensions, but it is for me a soundtrack for our times iconic in its observations and as potent as rattlesnake venom. This album begins with a panic attack and ends in with the longing for home in a prayer of reconciliation. 

    Remember when you waited in line at the record store to buy that special new album that summed up what you were feeling before you felt it? Some band that managed to create more than a song, but a sonic world for each song that could change you right to the core. That's what I am saying about this album. It's the game changer. The album you didn't know you needed. This album is the soundtrack for these times, and a rallying call to get it together and join with the band. This album is hope, and it will hurt you back to life again. 

"If ya feel, ya healed."

    I generally begin listening to this album to kick out the jimmy jams against my own current state of fear and trembling, but Adkins then takes me on a journey through the fear into the heart of hope as a necessary corrective to fend off our mutual despair. I have never once been able to listen to that panic attack anthem "Satelite Mind" without taking the journey through to the warm wisdom and heart full of love and longing of "Random Cloud Patterns" at the end. This album has the keen eye of an unflinching observer, but at its soul this music is the very emblem of magnanimity and true courage. 

    It is necessary here to acknowledge the remarkable detail in the production of this music. Andrew Adkins got a big paycheck for guitar work for the NFL, and he went out and bought a mellotron. Who does that! He is therefore, by default, a progressive rock artist now. There's a rule somewhere. All kidding aside, I have listened to this album for pleasure and sometimes NEED for more than a couple of months, and it reveals greater and greater little sweet details with each listen. Each song is a sonic environment full of little sweet details that always support the song. 

    I just now first time heard a little rhymic acoustic guitar figure hidden in the right channel that twinkles like a star in the heavens of the song. There's a banjo for a moment adding the imprimatur of honesty right where it is needed. This is a labor of love by one of Nashville's celebrated hired guns, and a real good man with an eye that don't blink and a heart full of hope. We all need a little sunshine. When I need a lift after the horror of the news or some personal panic, this album first shows me it understands the pain better than I do and then it brings me to the truth and reconciliation of a prayer that soothes my Stoic heart. It is never enough to identify the problem, and nobody believes a bromide anymore in a world where the panacea always seems to come from a devil in disguise. We need love and wisdom and the source of that is that long neglected Heart Sutra. Andrew Adkins has dug deep to "bring it." I know it hurts to do that. We have discussed that! 

Franklin had to be thinking about his plan long before he left for Albany because an article dated May 9 appeared in the Pennsylvania Gazette calling for the colonies to unite against French aggression. The article was accompanied by an illustration depicting the colonies as a segmented snake and bearing the caption, “JOIN, or DIE.” At the time there was a common superstition that if the segments of a snake were put back together before sunset it would come back to life. This was probably one of the inspirations for the illustration.[4]

—Bob Ruppert in the article "The Rattlesnake tells the Story"

    It was a common superstition in Benjamin Franklin's America that "if the segments of a snake were put back together before sunset it would come back to life." That forgotten myth works just as well for the world. I believe this "Rattlesnake Motions" music seeks to perform just such a feat of magic. Come meet me in back of of the barn. Bring whatever segment of States you have on hand. Bring a little part of the World with you. We have some magic to do to save the times and make this a place where we can lay our heads, where we can just be our selves. We can do this!

Bonus review of the first song Satellite Mind!

While preparing this review of Rattlesnake Motions, I became acquainted with rock/heavy metal guitarist turned Nuevo Flamenco, Samba, Montuno, Rumba Flamenco and Guajira artist Russ Hewitt, whose collaboration and duets with Nuno Bettancourt, Marty Friedman, Jorge Strunz and Ardeshir Farah and will be part of a subsequent review. I asked him to listen to the first cut on this album called "Satellite Mind," and this is the very insightful and articulate comment I got back on Messenger:

It's like a modern day 60's band groove. 'Trippy' effects and sounds, 'airy' chorus, pentatonic main riff, etc. It also has a Queens of the Stone Age vibe to it as well. I can see the angle he's going for, which is good because it'll separate him from what's out there!
—Russ Hewitt

The Real–Time "Typing While Listening" Review

This is what it is like to listen to this album, while typing real fast to describe the music. I have listened to this album for more than a month whenever I needed it, and that was often. I have heard it on earbuds while riding in the back of a "camioneta" to the store. I have started the day and ended the day with this album. Each time, I put on the first song because "Satellite Mind" draws me in with that rhythm and a hook and what Andrew Adkins describes as a song about his own panic attack. I am concerned about Andrew, but I had my very own panic attack at this past Monday. I will say right here that this song accurately depicts that lack of oxygen, floating in space, uncomfortable, anxious experience. What makes it healing is that it also makes me want to dance. Okay, here we go:

Satellite: Something that is separated from or on the periphery of something else but is nevertheless dependent on or controlled by it.

"Satellite Mind." Oh my! This works every time! "The panic rushes in" and yet I am dancing in my chair. Sure, I know it is a panic attack, but I just watched the news and I am pretty sure this is a Progressive Rock semi-psychedelic barn dance about the times we live in. Holy Smoke! That guitar solo is dead bang right on as expected. There are too many atmospheric sounds to mention, but that mellotron is absolutel perfect. I have been hooked by this song for weeks, this album never lets me go! Then the genius part: A little caesura or pause to set up the deeply emotional guitar solo. Andrew could carry on an entire conversation with licks and power chords and say more than a color commenter on CNN or MSNBC. I intended to listen to one song. I always do, but the "Casio" inspired weird-ass little swimmy timed figure comes on with "Broken Fangs" and I am at some Odelay-era Beck-style hipster dance hall, likely spinning my back on the cardboard and kicking out the jimmy jams. The state of confusion was never so appealing. The song has "chapters" and it tells a quirky little story never letting my attention wander. "Mystic symbols and profane noises" gets me, though I don't quite know why. This catchy and swirling dervish ends with a echo chamber of some jearing Woody Woodpecker type thing!

    Okay we have been caught up and spun around. Time for some stability! "Divided Lines" comes on with period rock 'n' roll in power pop and pure wisdom! Preach it, my brother! "If chaos is your best friend, let's hang up and try this again!" There's reference the soul's liberator, and joining together with the band! "We're better together than these divided lines." Ah sweet! How the hell does he find the sweet side of absolute fear and loathing in these times? "The future is at your command!" Thank you, Andrew!

    Here's something Bowie would listen to and maybe admire! "Mysterious Engines" further examines the weapons of mass confusion with the sad observation "gone are the safety nets." We are in free fall. I knew that before, but the idiom here is unflinchingly careful and there is love in the language. I don't know what you call this beat, but it is strong and beautiful.

    "Beautiful and Free" is a necessary hymn to the young and youthful in all of us. "Don't let the words define you or make you afraid. We all live life and these lessons we all learn. You're only young once. Take your time and make it last!" I would definitely put money in the basket when the offering comes around for this. "If we can all just work together and try hard to be kind." Oh man! I needed that. Those accurate observations were getting a little uncomfortable.

    BANG! This has an industrial power beat sounds like smelting iron. Everyone has a short fuse. Once again, the news must have turned itself back on. "Death Rattles" beats out Armageddon to a Nuevo Pop Bang jearing, unsentimental dance on the grave of "feeling safe." "Disinformation highway" stops me cold. Yep. Andrew nailed it again. I am going to need little break from this honesty. I may need some Sponge Bob before this is over!

Quebrado: bankrupt, uneven, rough, zigzag, faltering, broken, cracked, fractured, shattered, distraught.

    "Quebrado" is "sitting here waiting for the world to disappear." Cute flute figure just comes out of nowhere, but we are telling the damn truth again. Andrew is disturbingly careful with his words. Tells me it keeps him up at night. "Drunk in Hollywood" observations seem to disuade me from escaping this tumult. There is some swimmy keyboard that reminds me of Merry Go Round music on a spooky ride. "No one here gets out alive." Now I heard that before. Sadly, true. Try not to think about it. How does he make it sound cool? We are suddenly at a coming-of-age party in the Spanish speaking part of Silverlake in my dream. The song fades.

    "Into Dust" is a love song. "I know this is where we end." Oh boy. Where is "More Than Words" when you need it? I have felt all this Andrew is singing. "Cuts like a diamond" comes from another part of the forest. I can't get you out of my brain and haunting in my sleep hurt in a familiar way. "Turns into dust." This is a dream after a breakup. The music is wonderful. The relationship disintegrating. Warren Zevon wrote songs like this (Carmelita), but this sounds nothing like that. If you can face it as it was, this may remind you where you once were. There is a plaintive ending with the brilliance and sweet spacey quality of that mellotron.

Wow! Big change! "White Street Rose" has John Prine in the wings nodding with approval. The observations are sweet and quirky and this song is absolutely perfect COUNTRY on a prog rock pop bang album. And it fits so sweet, I can't imagine it any other way. The words are great! Reminding me of John Prine's "Linda Goes to Mars" or John Gorka's "The Sentinel." I thought it was a complaint song, but it is more of a sweet tribute. "She would kiss just like Minnie Pearl, and curse just like a goddam sailor." I found where that reference came from. Andrew thanked me. Minnie Pearl did a bit on Hee Haw about a kissing booth. Nice Break! Needed that.

    "The Explosions in My Head" returns to accuracy and another distinct and infectious sonic world. The guitar does something mysterious and wonderful. "If you're lost and alone, the road less traveled with always bring you home." I know that reference. Robert Frost. Damn! Love that reference.

    We need an epilogue and a prayer and "Random Cloud Patterns" manages miraculously to bring me back to my heart with unguarded friendship in the form of a song. This song is sung directly to the listener as wisdom to the public. The tone here is heartbreaking because it is hope. Only hope can break your heart when the alternative would be to become numb. I am not sobbing uncontrollably at the end of this album, but I am moved. 

    My friend has shown me that he sees how bad things are and how dangerous. He knows we must come together, but there is scant evidence that this is happening quite yet. But instead of escaping into a chemical fog, or taking the poison of hate, or crying in his beer, or seeking power, or growing cold.... He sees the spec of light down the end of the tunnel and he reminds us all what it was like to believe in a home where we are welcome, where we can be ourselves. 

    That is a call to action, but not the preaching kind. We can make this our home, if we work together. That's the part that gets one little discrete tear forming in the corner of my left eye and it just sits there with my eye wide open because...

    Rattlesnakes don't blink. 

There’s times when you feel unwelcome full of anxiety 

It’s okay we all have been

Judgmental stares is enough to shatter your heart

Just let it go don’t let them tear you apart

Oh, oh how I wish I had a place to hang my head

Oh, oh how I wish I had a place where I could just fit in…

Where I could be myself 

Where I could speak my mind

Where it will all  be alright 

Where I will never be lonely 

Never be looked down on 

Where we will never grow old

Where I can love somebody

Where I can just be myself

Where I can be myself

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