The Idea

by Peter Sobot

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about

My second solo album! Finally!

Not much to say about this one - a lot of riffs and bits and pieces put together from September 2010 until April 2011. Some impromptu jams, some prepared rock pieces, some electronic bits and random effects scattered throughout.

I spent a lot less time worrying about every note, and more time liking these songs.

credits

released 01 May 2011
All composition, instruments, vocals, production and artwork by Peter Sobot.

Gear used:
Macbook Pro w/ Logic Pro
Presonus Firestudio

Gretsch USA Custom Drums
Ibanez guitars & basses
Cry Baby (Bass) wah & custom effects pedals
Minimoog (original, from the 70s!)

Recorded, mixed and produced at Sobot Sound.

Special thanks to all my critics, supporters, musical influences and teachers.

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Track Name: Elitist
How can you be so simple
So easy and so free
So careless and so stupid
With such insanity

Your breaths all sound so lifeless
The haze behind your eyes
You'd pass for any scholar
With your ignorant disguise

And it's not for me to judge
But you must forget your name
And it's not my place to ask
but do you think that we're the same?

There's only two of us in here
But there's only one seat
You seem to be in your own world
Stumbling over your own feet

I don't know how you've gotten here
Or why you think you're smart
The kind of guy who drinks cheap beer
And laughs at high-class art

And it's not for me to judge
But you must forget your name
And it's not my place to ask
but do you think that we're the same?

Maybe it's just narcissism
But I know I'm elite
And I know you're the one that's wrong
But we will never meet

I'm always right and that's the truth
And I know nothing else
You can have your own ideas
Feel free to go to hell

And it's not for me to judge
But you must forget your name
And it's not my place to ask
but do you think that we're the same?

Maybe it's just narcissism
But I know I'm elite
And I know you're the one that's wrong
But we will never meet

I'm always right and that's the truth
And I know nothing else
You can have your own ideas
Feel free to go to hell
Track Name: Label
Do I at least look crazy and sad
Through the mess of tangled hair
I know I can't help but stare

Watching at the daylight, minus a sun
The silent, dark, still air
I'd give the world to care

Every time I open my eyes
Peek out from behind the rain
Every speck of light has
Too much beauty to contain

Every time I open my door
Walk out into the day
Watch minutes fade to hours
As the time just fades away

You could start to write on bottles
But why label me?
Whatever fix you give
Might change my will to live
Might change my will to live

Count the seconds left of light
As you expect your home
Count the hours left to wait
As you await your phone

To ring with news of happiness
And playing in their games
They're spreading joy and smiles
While you chase away the rain

You could start to write on bottles
But why label me?
Whatever fix you give
Might change my will to live
Might change my will to live
Track Name: Fire
Stuck inside my cold illusion
Thoughts of fame are running free
Waves of fear are crashing onto, the shore
A beach of safe insanity

Only mirrors shy my eyes now
The silver glass and piercing glare
The ice is breaking from under my feet
What waits below, I do not dare

And it won't be quick and painless
And it won't be easy but this
Fire needs to light

Repeating sound distracts me
From battles raging in my mind
But do I seek a cure, a remedy,
Or merely wage war over time

And it won't be quick and painless
And it won't be easy but this
Fire needs to light