“Last Sunday I gave you my heart
The very next day
Was Monday”.
That, in case you haven’t noticed, is me messing with the lines of a well known song. I think my first steps into songwriting as a child (long before I wrote an actual song) involved doing this kind of thing.
Singing a few notes differently to an existing tune.
And changing a word here or there.
That’s creativity. Messing with stuff. It’s what children do. But it doesn’t have to stop when we become adults. It shouldn’t stop. It’s sad when it does.
Messing With Stuff should be a way of life. The world changes when we do.
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