This was supposed to be an exorcism, but maybe I just hauled all the furniture out on the lawn, lit a bonfire, and fanned the flames.

Sung in Am to a 94 BPM click track and plodding synth bass line included in the stems. Only NSFW in the mildest way.
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Confirmation

Now I don’t need a hundred-inch television
with a hundred-twenty channels of sports.
And I don’t need a thirty-two ounce steak,
and I sure don’t need it served by a girl in shorts.
I don’t need some pretty twenty-something trophy
so the other guys can see that I’m a genuine stud.
And I don’t need a forty-eight-room mansion
on the Cape to compensate for our pedestrian blood.
I don’t need a chain of radio stations
to influence the answers to my own opinion poll….
I just need confirmation
there’s a little bit of poetry in my soul.

Now I don’t need to tell a roomful of people
that my ‘97 Jaguar is an orgasm on wheels.
And I don’t need to drop in on some daytime talk show
just to have the world imagine how my perfect nose job feels.
I don’t need to buy anyone’s affection
and I sure don’t need to marry some pathetic millionaire.
And I don’t need a twenty-four hour erection
and I sure don’t need to go to bed with anyone who’d care.
I don’t need another course of medication;
these demons won’t submit to pharmaceutical control….
I just need confirmation
there’s a little bit of poetry left in my soul.

Now I don’t need much more than I’ve got.
My neighbor doesn’t own a single thing I covet.
I don’t want much more than a lot.
I’d rather have better (and a lot less of it).

Now I don’t need my own memorial expressway
just so someday someone somewhere might remember my last name.
And I don’t need an eponymic three-day weekend
to make schoolboys scribble essays that exaggerate my fame.
I don’t need to see my face up on some billboard
pushing TV news or soap operas or scented aftershave.
And I don’t need my name put up on any buildings
and I won’t need any monument to decorate my grave.
I don’t need to be a media sensation
or the latest heir apparent to the king of rock and roll….
I just need confirmation
there’s a little bit of poetry in my soul.

Now I don’t need much more than I’ve got.
My neighbor doesn’t own a single thing I covet.
I can’t take much more of this rot.
I’d rather have better (and a lot less of it).