FREE SONG NUMBER 6!

"BLOWING OFF STEAM: ANACHRONOMICON MIX!"

Steampunk has changed a lot since the early days. At the beginning, it was a lot of edgy artists in tiny little clubs, doing all this super cool stuff. Ariel's, iron sculptures, vaudevillian music, etc.  This was before it became the fodder for reality shows, "I'm dressing as a steampunk for halloween!", and corporate marketing platforms. Not there there is anything wrong with those things, mind you, it's just it was a weird transition to go through: underground artist movement to mainstream weirdness.

In the begging it was Abney Park, and maybe a few dozen artists around the world making steampunk. Everybody knew everybody, and almost everybody was super cool.

Then came the next wave of steampunks. The self proclaimed authorities, that told everybody we had been doing it wrong all along. They set rules, and made everybody angry, and 99% of the edgy rebellious artists just...disappeared.

      "But  the years flew by, an some gears fell off..."

So, one day, I'm standing in a crowd of strangers...all of which know me...known of which I know...and I don't see any steampunk artists. I see "people dressed up as a steampunk", like, a costume theme  as opposed to "people who are steampunk artists", and it sends me into this freakout.

"Where'd all my friends go? Where all the edgy artists and inventors go? Were are the ultra cool dancers, and aerialists, and and and..."

       "all alone, in a crowd, of strangers who all know me."

I went home, and wrote this song.

"Blowing Off Steam"

Where's the tattooed muscle men
With furled brows a-furling'?
Where's the buxom fashion queen
With glittered curls a-curlin'?
Where's the angry nomad minstrel
Growlin' out a lullaby?
Where's the edgy circus folk?
Or have they said goodbye?

Where's the soiled and rusty builders
Welding iron sculptures?
Where's the clockwork ballerinas
Circling like vultures?
Where's the darkened cabaret
Filled with new nostalgics?
Where has everything I loved gone?
The loss is tragic!  

All alone in a crowd
With strangers who all know me
And I try to be friends
But there's no one here who shows me
Should I run?
Should I hide?
Should I change my life completely?
Should I hold me inside?
Or keep my anger hid discreetly?

Where's the pretty fire folk
Spinning wands a-blazin'?
Where's the muscled aerialist
In the sky amazing?
Where's the dreadlocked cowboy
Head-to-toe in ancient leather?
Where's the pretty painted ladies
Behind their fans of feathers?

All alone in a crowd
With strangers who all know me
And I try to be friends
But there's no one here who show me,
Should I run?
Should I hide?
Should I change my life completely?
Should I hold me inside?
Or keep my anger hid discreetly?

Where's the slender flapper girls
In silken gowns and pearls?
Where's the threadbare waltzers
Paintin' the floors in curls?
Where's my life-confirming friends
Or did I ever have them?
Where's the brazen, angry artists?
Tell me what replaced them!

All alone in a crowd
With strangers who all know me.
And I try to be friends
But there's no one here who shows me.
Should I run?
Should I hide?
Should I change my life completely?
Should I hold me inside?
Or keep my anger hid discreetly?