Chonny Jash - Ego; Act II - Art

In Which Chonny Tells The Audience That Pays His Rent That It’s Actually All About Him Original written by Tim Minchin. Cover rewritten, arranged, recorded, mixed, mastered, butchered, chewed, spat out and stomped on by Chonny Jash. Spotify: Bandcamp: SoundCloud: --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- LYRICS: Nothing ruins art quite like an audience. That’s just the way it’s always been. But your enjoyment is not as important as my self-set glory is. My ego’s the only thing you can see clearly through the screen. But I’m not signed, so suck my balls. I don’t do requests. I’m not your clown. Fuck you all. Who cares about broader reach? This is not about you. This is all about me. And my tiny, little conscience. And staving off unease. So bring it on. Bring it on. Fuck the labels. Bring it on. I am a micro-influencer, and I won’t be one for long. So bring it on. Bring it on. You gotta make waves while the night is young. You gotta rock on the way up, ‘cos the only way to go from there is down. So I’m trapped for now, and the fact for now is there’s no escaping this. I’m spending 7 out of 5 of my working days writing pseudo-salient quips. All I’ve ever wanted is to sing my little songs. And though the pressure’s slowly building, I do my best damn work when I’m working on my own. So bring it on. Bring it on. Before too long, my friends and fans will be all long gone, and I’ll have wanked myself to death in the sickening musk of my mum’s basement. So bring it on. Bring it on! Crank the caffeine! Let’s write some songs! I am a rock star! I’ve got a fucking Icarus complex, I can do what I fucking want. I thought fame might make me happy, but she seems a fickle, cheap romance. No one even listens to my lyrics. They just want to see me dance. (I’m in a cage.) All the ‘real’ stars are hanging out in bars. (I’m in a cage.) Hanging out in bars. (I’m in a cage, motherfucker. Cage, motherfucker. Do you see me?) All the ‘real’ stars are in LA or behind bars, (I’m in a cage.) or hanging out in bars.