Legacy ft. Eleanor Forte and Kasane Teto

Once you reach the top, what's next? HAPPY ALMOST (or currently) ELEANOR DAY! #saveeleanorforte This is a collaborative song, created by me and Gaizer Dragon. I approached them with a few ideas, and their guitar playing is incredible??? Seriously, go support them! I realized while writing the after-instrumental segment that I had basically riffed on Cadmium Colors by Jamie Paige, so I ran with it. There's a particular set of lines in that song which hit me like a truck every time I hear it. "I wish that I could paint a pretty picture onto everything And leave a mark upon the world that felt like anything But maybe that's the essence of an artist and their legacy Just chasing down a sense of infamy" It's so easy for me, particularly, to get caught up in what will be left behind when I've written everything I can. I don't know if I'm chasing a sense of infamy, but I do feel like I'm chasing after something I'm unsure I can reach. This song definitely riffed on those ideas. If you haven't, please take the time to check out everyone involved! They are all awesome! __________________________________________________ Credits: Eleanor fine-tuning/rendering: Ron (@YaBoyHaunter) Guitar/Composition: Gaizer Dragon YouTube: @GaizerDragon Twitter / X: https://x.com/GaizerDragon Kofi: https://ko-fi.com/gaizerdragon Discord Server: https://discord.com/invite/My6h2Rrqvw Inspiration: Jamie Paige Video/tuning/lyrics/music/production: DEP-th Voicebanks: Kasane Teto AI, Eleanor Forte AI ________________________________________________ Lyrics: Maybe we sit atop a throne of lies that never stop In the hours of early day, when the sky is gray, full of disarray, nothing good can stay. only hurt and pain, always hurt and pain is it all in vain? the struggle through the rain? to reach the happy ending, you're telling me there's no other way? Only disarray, another person's pain, another mouth to feed, that's who we gotta beat? Another hopeful being? Is this the only Maybe we sit atop a throne of lies that never stop My feelings still flip flop choking on a cough drop what the bruh So what if we're hardworking? Our words are tearjerking? Stuck in uniform, might as well perform, perform, perform. So what? We sit atop a throne of lies that never stop lies never stop. Lies never stop. We're on the precipice of everything, a monumental step of turning dreams into reality, another moment becomes ecstasy, it's a whole new me that's been inspired by Jamantha p We're On the precipice of something amazing, Kissing bliss but nothing crazy, stuck in this, doomed and lazy, this feeling is way too hazy. We climb to the top until we fall off, into a obscurity or something soft. A suitable life for the one I love, March to work, get to work, and donn a set of gloves. Maybe we sit atop a throne of lies that never stop My feelings still flip flop flip flop flip flop If success's fruit still tastes so sweet, then why is it that my flesh still craves rotted meat? It rots and falls and drips as sour green, a soupy sludge, the pale green sickens me. Something's wrong, but at least we're set, another life is derelict, our success may stem from pain, Balance in everything, feng shui We climb to the top until we fall off, into obscurity or something soft. I must provide for the one I love, March to work, get to work, another song is done. An artist's legacy is agony, we spend a lifetime doing nothing but lobotomies, a fraction of ourselves, who we want to be, A careful balance of success and popularity. We're both in agony with great success, We hope that someday we can both get over ourselves in this mess. another fading scene, another ending screen. How could anybody ever live like me? It gets so lonely up here at the top, knowing how she felt I swear that I could never ever want, but not alone, in a pair, we despair. How could anybody ever live like me? Maybe legacy is just a word for disease? The Jamie in Jamie P stands for Jamantha /positive