Song 2 that mysteriously appeared today.
I have listened and read the lyrics so many times trying to understand this particular song. What I haven’t been able to fathom is how deep this goes. I have been suspecting my whole adult life that I’m being held back and kept out of life. That would be such a paranoid thought and yet . . . this whole project is about proving that it is true and the reason is not completely clear (to me). I kept going back to that media environment - for some quixotic reason - and it kept spitting me out until I was really working in it 2006-2007 as a celebrity photographer. Then I realized there was absolutely no way to win there - THAT GAME WAS WAY TOO RIGGED - and I started getting serious about going rogue. At a top agency, I couldn’t get permission to photograph you at a gig I had tickets for. But some other guy could shoot the first songs. Who blocked that? Why was that blocked?
Around that time, I was always angry whenever I saw you let other photographers of my sort take pictures of you but not me. Were you blocking it? Did you know my name?
I was really going to give up. Then that ridiculous big lie on television that I couldn’t prove was a lie then. When I was given a ticket for a show in 2010, there was a cage for a woman to writhe in and some very tart things going on and then that was really it. Since I live the life of a perpetually invisible person, I didn’t expect anyone, particularly - you - to notice.
By then, I was in full revolution mode on the dark web building a following under an alias. That was when I learned about “government” agents and their tricks.
This experience is what led to “The Tanster”. I just switched my name and came up above ground to do what I must. There is no life under this criminal dynasty. They won’t let us live.
Criminals are running practically everything and celebrities are masking it. They know very well for whom they work. This fact is what has put up such a wall for my part.
Once I went rogue, my pleasure from then on came from doing everything I can - no matter what - to fight this institutionalized malice.
My journey became more and more haunted (specifically by Napoleon) until I practically left this world and I retained almost no desire to return. I was just waiting to be called home.
Byline Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I read by line by line by line
Some words of yours, some words of mine
Some sentiments are best forgot
Some letters read then folded shut
[Verse 2]
The profile on the postage stamp
I traced it by my reading lamp
Remembered when I'd sit in wait
Then marked our parting from that date
[Verse 3]
I read by line by line by line
That old sarcastic Valentine
That you denied you'd sent to me
Then took it back
[Bridge]
It's a thought that we shared, a careless phrase
A curse or a joke, some words of praise
But I didn't write
Did you wonder why?
It was the easiest way to say "Goodbye"
[Verse 4]
You'll see my photo beside the article
"That's just some guy I used to know
I was never his
He was always mine
But I wrote him off by line by line"
By line by line by line by line by line by line
By line by line