Toy Guitar from Toy Guitar by Theresa Ambat
I started writing this song my freshman year of high school when I originally wanted to pursue a career as a singer (I now want to become an audio engineer.) The song was basically a reminder to myself to stay humble and grounded. Corny, I know.
The Toy Guitar in the song was actually my very first guitar which my dad bought me when I was four years old. It was a cheap, sub-50 dollar first act acoustic, but it got me started.
Tracklist
| 1. | Toy Guitar | 2:49 |
Lyrics
Enter the doors and you'll find machines. Pulling at your skin and rewiring. There's no escape 'cause it's so far away and you're being pulled in deeper by a bill on a string.
They'll make you perfect, but not really. They'll make you question, who are you, maybe? So don't you forget
Behind the factory, behind the factory. Will you remember me? Behind the factory?
Money is your fuel oh and you will burn out fast. Because that kind of motivation doesn't last. It's gotta be something real hold on to your star, I hope you never forget 'bout your Toy Guitar.
So count your blessings, don't count bills and keys. If I let them change me, I'll be a piece in their machine, oooohh...
Behind the factory, behind the factory. Will you remember me? Behind the factory?
Feeding off everyone is temporary satisfaction. Feeding off attention is temporary satisfaction.
Behind the factory, behind the factory. Will you remember me? Behind the factory?
