Written and performed by Tilly VW
Produced by Dean Tuza
Video by Niamh Bryne, @nyvsual on all platforms
Free advice, how nice of you
To indulge me in your opinion
You entice and delight me
With something you read bout some politician
you think im impressed by your exposition—
and every chord that i play in this song
You could name it
All of the rhymes that i happened to rhyme
You’d explain it
As for the state of my voice
You’d probably rate it
But you couldnt tell me just what it feels like to play it
Thirteen years of elite education
And all that you learnt was how to regurgitate information
You used to do sketches in the back of your economics book at the station
Now criterias killed the joy of creation
its not your fault theres a flaw in the system
but its your fault you didnt resist them
and every chord that you play in this song
You could name it
All of the rhymes that i happened to rhyme
You’d explain it
As for the state of my voice
You’d probably rate it
But you couldnt tell me just what it feels like to play it
you couldnt tell me just what it feels like to play it
you couldnt tell me just what it feels like to play it
