Channel: Liam Dryden

Category: Entertainment

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Description: Thanks for watching all these years! This channel is now in retirement. Come check out what I'm doing these days over at twitch.tv/ThistleFly The past two years for me have been a weird period of self-doubt and demotivation. It eventually manifested into this. [CC available] twitter.com/LiamDrydenEtc liamdryden.tumblr.com instagram.com/liamdryden liamdryden.bandcamp.com facebook.com/liamdrydenetc ... This is not an open letter, it’s not designed to annoy It’s not a subtweet, like most things these days it’s a shout into the void And after two years of nothing I know you have no reason to care But bear with me, while I make sense of the million thoughts I have to share I’m getting weary of the purgatory I built I don’t think myself tall, but I’m still walking on stilts For the validation of people who give me pitying looks Because they could move past the event that felt like it took everything. It’s exhausting seeing another video titled “Things Have Changed” From the people that changed them, while forgetting the ones they used to praise They’ll tolerate you, but they won’t ask you to collab But what they don’t see is how many times your back's already been stabbed. I'm tired of hearing them say the only way to succeed today is to stray from the beaten path that led to their vocation You know you’re full of it, I know you’re full of shit I am the beaten path, I AM YOUR FOUNDATION! Exaggeration, the credit isn't mine I know I'm not the trailblazer I keep building up in my mind Because others have been doing this since 2005 And the next generation is beginning to thrive But I've put in some time; I've seen the rise and decline Of artistic integrity, creative longevity Now you die an artist, or you live to be a personality I'm sorry if that upsets you, but that's our reality Since we let stats become the metric for our vanity This platform was the first to quantify fame And since then it’s been nothing but a numbers game And the numbers can depend on the friends that you've made Which means the coat-tails I rode have become completely frayed Because your friends can go into exile, and you can go into debt You find a job writing about your other friends to pay your rent Poor little rockstar, his well dried up Because he invested his success in narcissistic fuck-ups I've taken a far too long to wallow and suffer Let my swan song be a ukulele cover I paid the piper threefold for the sins of my brothers But did I struggle to eat so you'd dismiss me as another fucking Wash out, has been useless hack? Fuck your labels, and fuck calling this a comeback I never went away, I just changed shape, I gained some weight but I'm doing great But you look down on me because I've struggled to create? I made the call to push myself up a different hill It’s not the path I wanted but I’ll walk it before I’m caught standing still My channel is a byline, my camera became keys I’m still creating every day, even if it’s not for me But there’s the doubt; is it really worth shit If my creative output is based on someone else's monthly targets? And if I came back to this there’s still the question of why This community would really have missed the voice of another straight white guy The best minds of our generation are young and diverse And they inspired me to throw together this stupid verse Just to prove there’s still some fuel left in the tank And if I burn out, I’ll rise from the ashes just to say "Thanks". Thanks for taking the time, As they say in my hometown “please like, comment and subscribe" Because on this foundation, built in 2005 It’s the validation, that keeps us alive.