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These Four Padded Walls
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Sort of a continuation from the previous song about mental health/illness, and dealing with agoraphobia and social anxiety.
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#313 in subgenre today Peak #20
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Peak #384
Author
Lee Shapiro
Rights
2015
Uploaded
September 12, 2015
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MP3 7.1 MB, 262 kbps, 3:47
Story behind the song
Yet another song about mental issues, specifically agoraphobia and social anxiety. Musically it was deliberately written very simply. Over the summer I was in kind of a writing slump, not being happy with anything I was writing/recording. So I kept this one very simple and just wrote about the first thing that came to mind. I looked at the soundproofing on the four walls of my home studio and they kind of reminded me of being in a padded cell.
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Stop me if you’ve heard this one before Or smile and tell me that it’s okay I fell to pieces walking out that door And it happens again day after day after day Just staring at these four walls around me Thinking they’re either a womb or a cage Scratches on the walls from a cat who’s got to be free Feelings don’t change from either wisdom or age Yeah it sound just like that song I played for you a long time ago Yeah you can tell me I’m wrong But that doesn’t mean it has to be so Just staring at these four walls around me Thinking they’re either a womb or a cage Scratches on the walls from a cat who’s got to be free Feelings don’t change from either wisdom or age The clock on the wall is upside down So I start my day exhausted and tired If I could just turn it around I might be called someone who really tried Glaring at these people around me If I look mad enough they’ll just leave me alone Scratches on my face to find the real me Because I often feel like my very own clone So stop me if you have heard enough I can be many thing but never dull It’s time for the freak show and all that weird stuff I like to pile on whenever there’s a lull Glaring at these people around me If I look mad enough they’ll just leave me alone Scratches on my face to find the real me Because I often feel like my very own clone The clock on the wall is upside down So I start my day exhausted and tired If I could just turn it around I might be called someone who really tried
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