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Been looping Kendrick Lamar’s To Pimp A Butterfly for two, three days straight now(since I got the album, two, three days back). Watching his MTV commentary of him breaking down a few songs in the album somehow made me question my stance on writing; am I doing this because I have to or because someone expects me to?

I’ve churned many a writings through emotions the past few years; since I started, actually. But lately, or to be exact, since the moment I realise it gets easier to write stuff, strangely enough, it’s getting harder to write stuff. Let me explain.

Ever had that moment, when you’ve been doing the same thing all your life, and people ask you how you do it, and you tell them how you do it, but the next morning or the next week, you try doing the same thing, but it doesn’t feel the same way? It’s like a jinx happening, just y telling people your sacred natural process. Hence, the oxymoron statement I had earlier.

Lately I’m doing some copywriting. The materials involved were based on biblical events in the Quran(specifically, prophets), and philosophical understanding of God’s many attributes(specifically, His names). While I delved into it with an empty mind eagerly expecting many challenges to come, I am now at the point where I feel too empty to go further. I used to manage to write ten scripts(of 2-minute narration) within six hours, including research and crafting scientific correlations with the philosophical meanings, but now, even writing one script takes me a week to get to. The worst part, is failing at my best; writing lyrics.

Going back to Kendrick’s MTV album narration, he was telling stories about how he dealt(and still dealing) with fame whilst keeping true to his roots; a troubled neighbourhood called Compton. Every lyrics in each song carries weight of emotions; not just a song written for the sake of an album, but for the sake of telling the stories that needs to be told. One time he would be on tour, the next minute he would go back to his hometown, going to a funeral of his murdered close friend. And despite the fame, he still manages to retain his sanity of balancing a famed front and keeping ties with his disturbing background.

Which made me ask myself; why am I doing this commercial lyric writing project? I don’t feel strongly about the topic I’m writing, yet why do I do it? It’s different from writing a script. The script was easier because I would get thrilled with child-like wonder, just sifting through scientific theories that best describe the God’s trait I’m writing about. There’s excitement in that. But writing lyrics on the other hand, I have to connect sentences with the melodies given, which aren’t even mine. And the melodies just doesn’t strike a chord in my soul as easily as it used to. Because it feels fabricated; the lyrics I’m writing will be sung by some famous singer, and I doubt he/she feels the same way as I do regarding this topic. Even I don’t feel anything upon researching about the topic given. So it becomes detached from my emotions the the moment the lyrics are being written, and even more so the second they are finished(because I rarely revisit things that have been completed).

it’s like lying to myself, writing commercially. But the only way to get out of this without feeling guilty of writing for money, is to utilise the opportunity given.

‘Look on the bright side, your lyrics will be heard by many people, because artist A will be singing it, and it will get high rotation on radio!’


Written by Takahara Suiko

26 April 2015 at 16:58

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  1. I get the oxymoron-thingy.
    Same thing happens with drawing. Its easier to draw but gets harder to draw – when you’re able to detect all the flaws while drawing, you just give up half way because there’s just too much to repair its not worth saving.


    28 April 2015 at 13:47

    • We feel each other brah

      Takahara Suiko

      28 April 2015 at 13:58

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