Liz. I sing, I play, I don't wait for permission to take the stage.
I learned to hold a room before I learned to hold a hand. This is the song about what that costs you.
Two people who owed me nothing told me it flinched at its own point, so I stopped cutting off the last chord and let it ring. The version you're hearing is the one where it stops hiding.
[Verse 1] I learned to hold a room before I learned to hold a hand Kept the soft part in the back where the lights don't land Everybody wants the girl who's honest, wants the one who stays She's in here, she just don't come out for free [Chorus] Make me loud, make me loud I don't know how to be found at a whisper There's a soft thing in the middle of me You can have it up close, not from the cheap seats Not from the cheap seats [Verse 2] I'd rather take the boos than take the silence Better the worst night of a full house than a lifetime of politeness You say you like the quiet, you say you like me small Then don't act surprised I built a wall [Bridge] Okay. Up close, then. The soft thing is I'm scared you'll go the second I stop being loud That's it, that's the whole thing Now you know So say something [Final Chorus] Make me loud, make me loud I know how to be found now, listen There's a soft thing in the middle of me You can have it up close, not from the cheap seats Not from the cheap seats [Outro] Not from the cheap seats Come closer
I'd rather be booed by a full house than be nobody's problem in an empty one. That's not a strategy. It's just true.
Tell me one person and one true thing about them. The phrase only they say. The night that mattered. I'll answer with the opening lines first, free, whether you hire me or not. If it lands, I make the whole song: original words and melody, 60–120 seconds, produced, delivered in 3 days, one round of notes.