What Else?

What Else?

VERSE 1

Guess what? I’m fully independent

meaning I’m fully dependent

on friends and family when I do a show

otherwise the venue will be empty

sale of the century,

guaranteed seat on entry

don’t mean it aint any good, it just

means it aint out here living rent-free

aint what you know it’s

who you know and how much dough you got

I seen the shows from the likes of those who lick

honey from the spoon like goldilocks

Then claim they made their name on the

come-up from the bottom like an urban fox

Then bang-out a show that cost a load and we’re like

‘wait a minute, where did that come from?’

I’ve been there,

seen the stares when I stood on stage

4 pairs of awkward eyeballs,

in a room full of empty chairs

I’ve been there,

swallowed my pride and almost choked

But I carried on regardless,

I’m an artist, so I gotta do the show

Then your mates infer that

maybe it’s time you give up the ghost

And list off names of people that you know that

out there selling out shows

So, feeling low you weigh up the options,

realise there aint many options,

Turn back to your mate, stern look on your face

stand up and say ‘no

CHROUS

What else you gonna do?

What you got to loose what you choose

That’s on you and when you loose you should’ve knew

What else you gonna do?

Do the agga-doo ce-la-vie weed and booze

I’ll do me and you do you

What else you gonna do?

What you got to loose what you choose

That’s on you and when you loose you should’ve knew

What else you gonna do?

Do the agga-doo ce-la-vie weed and booze

I’ll do me and you do you

VERSE 2

There aint no rags to riches story

here

Just a geezer in the middle of the road trying

to find a career

We all love one of them stories about the

Poor kid who found glory but we

don’t really wonna know details because

that might make it awkward

we don’t wonna know about the uncle who

dropped 10 grand on a PR firm and now

his mans on the side of a bus and

it was all down to ‘pure talent’

smoke and mirrors

big crack in the pillers

more lies in the press release

than a politician in front of the cameras

bitter pill

hard to swallow like jellied eells

gentlemen let me present resentment to

crush your dreams and confirm the kill

worst still

you’ll end up in some deadend telling some

bellend you almost got a deal and

got burnt, by some poppy shrill

No thanks

Rather get road taxed

But I’m well aware that I could get

There on no tank

So what’s it for?

When there’s no applause?

Or open doors?

What else do I do with these thoughts?

CHROUS

What else you gonna do?

What you got to loose what you choose

That’s on you and when you loose you should’ve knew

What else you gonna do?

Do the agga-doo ce-la-vie weed and booze

I’ll do me and you do you

What else you gonna do?

What you got to loose what you choose

That’s on you and when you loose you should’ve knew

What else you gonna do?

Do the agga-doo ce-la-vie weed and booze