Why bother
A vintage 80's revival track with gritty electric piano, steady slap bass, and jazzy drums groove. Raspy and gravelly old man´s vocals bring a raw, raspy tone and laid-back, tired bourbon-soaked delivery, layered with expressively loose ad-libs. Melody line alternates between Sax and acoustic guitar, and a muted guitar accents punctuate the sultry, late-night bar vibe. [denoise] [high fidelity] [studio quality] [professional mastering]
Why bother
A vintage 80's revival track with gritty electric piano, steady slap bass, and jazzy drums groove. Raspy and gravelly old man´s vocals bring a raw, raspy tone and laid-back, tired bourbon-soaked delivery, layered with expressively loose ad-libs. Melody line alternates between Sax and acoustic guitar, and a muted guitar accents punctuate the sultry, late-night bar vibe. [denoise] [high fidelity] [studio quality] [professional mastering]
Lyrics
Look up at the sky, nothing special now...
The streetlight buzzes by the corner store.
The moon clocks in, full again somehow;
Some things just orbit, maybe I just lost my way.
It’s four a.m., I went through all my pain checklist
It wasn´t like any other day
A cursor blinking dares me to be honest.
Not sure what for... I write anyway
Maybe songs don´t change the world at once,
Just change a room (ohh) just touch one soul
Why do we try to write about our feelings?
Why should anyone care?
Why do we keep on writing stories —
why bother, why bother?
why bother now?
Until one day, someone noticed it,
Said it mattered too.
“That song made me feel heard,” they wrote —
In a way no one else could.
We write because a stranger’s headphones
Might catch this line in the rain.
We write so someone far and nameless
Feels less alone for a train.
So... That’s why we bother.
why we bother now.
Look up at the sky, is it different now?
Another late night, the city on mute,
The world keeps spinning, doesn't matter what I do
Some things just orbit, maybe I’ll be okay.