You Can Only Cook What's In The Fridge (a song)

"You Can Only Cook What's In The Fridge"
A song I made in June 2024
The empty page is like a cage
Black swans dying on stage
Taking a step and I’m crossing the bridge
You can only cook what’s in the fridge
I bought a book on how to cook
Another Big Mac then I’ll take a look
Worthless songs in perfect pitch
You can only cook what’s in the fridge
Filling up my coffee cup
You just cannot make this stuff up
Don’t wait on inspiration
Plagiary or automation
I need a poem, I need a line
I need ideas, I need a sign
Lighting a match and I’m burning this bridge
You can only cook what’s in the fridge
Blowing a fuse, Lost the muse
I need 3 chords to sing these blues
Counting stars laying in a ditch
You can only cook what’s in the fridge
Did you get that reference
Beefheart, Bowie and Becket
I’ve got a hundred more just like that one
Right here in my back pocket
If a picture paints a thousand splashes
If you can work the crowd and keep their cashes
Fill the page with a thousand words a day
If you can find a sponsor to pay
Nothing to say, Nothing to do
I leave all that to the GPU
Crossed wires and the heavenly glitch
You can only cook what’s in the fridge
Filling up my coffee cup
You just cannot make this shit up
Don’t rely on perspiration
Blasphemy or meditation
You can only cook what’s in the fridge
You can only cook what’s in the fridge
You can only cook what’s in the fridge