“It’s My Life” was written, recorded, and mixed on February 24-25, for the 2024 RPM Challenge. "It's My Life" written by W. Ng.

I might be warming up, turn me over But the spinning wheels are stuck, on the shoulder I lost the day In a trade I lost my soul to the devil In a fair enough bargain, it's on the level For the pay While I stare at brakelight eyes…

RPM. Month of concessions. I had lots of ideas, and they all seemed to fall apart. Time was not in abundance. Glad this was a leap year, for me to squeeze this out in a few hours after work.

A title wave entertainment All custom to order I forget the times where we all shared hope You wore that record out I hear the needle coming down We’re waiting for the kings to take their crown The stories became a movement The Clash…

On any other day than this I might recall, the words to make you feel better and spin the waves of the record known by heart I’ve tried to fool myself to sleep so many nights I fear I may never wake up A moonlight trance I drank the drink…

Lost in the dark, feeling for the walls, I hear an echoing Cutting so sharp, I seem to lose my balance, and fall from the universe An alien sun Polaris makes the mark So hang your aching head upon the morning star Its shines upon the…

Let’s get closer, complicated Burn the sunlight, watch it fading While we’re dancing to the radio In my memory I can smell you Cloves and daisies, in your bedroom Lauren Hill is on the stereo With time and space, nothing to hold but…

Goin' out east, we don’t have much fun Haven’t got much faith, and I never want some Goin' out east I’m gonna drive my car Like I got someplace to be, gotta get real far Sunrise to sundown Breaks over, shuteye I’ll keep the lights on…

Set the domino in motion, raze the land and boil the ocean Slay the sparrow, save the barley, catch as catch can terraforming For the party, made up of the few No exceptions ever made for you We are the masters of the sky and of the fields…

I’m not the bigger person I’m not the wise old sage I just want to dig my trenches And leave at end of days I’m not your dictionary I’m no Rosetta Stone I’m not your post to lean on It’s true you’re on your own Not gonna wait around…