On Artistic Integrity
Emilie Autumn Lyrics


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I toe the line of self-indulgence
Every time I place my pen
Upon the page
And form the words
I felt
But couldn’t show ‘til then
And to myself
I beg the question
Why do I thus masquerade
As one to one
And to another
Someone else?
If I
Afraid
Of what the consequence of stating
Openly my cause might be
When I rant
And rhyme
And reason
Do I write for them
Or me?
I believe there is some merit
In creating for one’s self
But why place before the public
What is best
Left on the shelf?
Though while I write
I do not feel that
What I pen is mine alone
Even this could be misguided
As are many I have known
Who swore, poor souls
That they possessed
The key to man’s mysterious fate
Succeeded in convincing some
But most could tell
They did but prate
On subjects
Touching something vague
Which cannot be unproven, or
In place of content
Speak in tongues
Yet know not whom they’re speaking for
No, I am not deluded so
I do not feel I represent
Some force divine
But still I know
That I shall never be content
To hold my tongue when I would speak
Or change my words to suit the hour
Or pinch a blush upon my cheek
To feign my joy
At love gone sour
I do not wish to disappoint
The faith that others place in me
To lead the way to brighter days
But sometimes dark
Is all I see
I work for good
I toil for hope
No one can question my intent
But even those who listen close
Can often mistake
What I meant
My fear
I’ve come to realize
Is mainly this:
That I am wrong
That my perception is askew
That I write shyte
And call it song
Perhaps I’ll always question thus
Discount my merits
Thoughts
And deeds
‘Tis well
Long as I still go forth
And see where this
My vision
Leads
Strong is she
Who knows her mind
And speaks it
Though she may not please
Fortunate the audience




That hears such honest thoughts
As these

Overall Meaning

In "On Artistic Integrity," Emilie Autumn explores the dilemma faced by many artists: whether they should create for themselves or for the public. The singer of the song questions their own motives and acknowledges the fear of being misunderstood or criticized for their art. They wonder if they should modify their words to appeal to a wider audience, but ultimately reject this idea, staying true to their own perception and voice.


Autumn uses lyrical language to convey the struggle between personal expression and public reception. The line, "Why do I thus masquerade / As one to one / And to another / Someone else?" highlights the idea that the artist's true self can get lost in the translation to the public. The chorus, "Do I write for them / Or me?" echoes this internal conflict. The song also touches on the paradox of the artist's need for validation and the danger of compromising their integrity for recognition.


Overall, "On Artistic Integrity" is a meditation on the artist's dilemma of staying true to oneself while also creating work that resonates with others. The lyrics are personal and introspective, expressing the complexity of this struggle.


Line by Line Meaning

I toe the line of self-indulgence
I indulge in expressing my own thoughts and emotions, sometimes toeing the line of being self-centered.


Every time I place my pen
Whenever I write, paint or create something new


Upon the page
On the canvas or paper, where I pour out all that I feel


And form the words
And give shape to the thoughts running in my mind


I felt
That I had been holding back for too long


But couldn’t show ‘til then
But was unable to express until that moment


And to myself
And to my own conscience


I beg the question
I question myself


Why do I thus masquerade
Why do I mask my true self?


As one to one
As if I am someone else when I am alone


And to another
And as someone else when among people


Someone else? If I
Is it another person I am trying to be?


Afraid
Am I afraid?


Of what the consequence of stating
Of the reactions I might get when I express my thoughts openly


Openly my cause might be
The cause I am fighting for


When I rant
When I passionately express my thoughts


And rhyme
And use poetry and creative writing to do so


And reason
And resort to logic to give meaning and context to my thoughts and emotions


Do I write for them
Do I write for others or


Or me?
Do I write for myself?


I believe there is some merit
I think it is important to create something for oneself


In creating for one’s self
It is important to create art for one's own sake


But why place before the public
Why must my artwork be displayed publicly?


What is best
Is it the best representation of my work?


Left on the shelf?
Should it be kept private and not shown to the world?


Though while I write
Although while I write something


I do not feel that
I do not feel that it is my own


What I pen is mine alone
And I don't solely own my words


Even this could be misguided
Even my belief in my work could be misguided


As are many I have known
As I have seen with many artists


Who swore, poor souls
Who believed wholeheartedly


That they possessed
That they were in possession of


The key to man’s mysterious fate
The truth behind the fate of humankind


Succeeded in convincing some
And some were somehow convinced


But most could tell
But most could tell that they were bluffing


They did but prate
That they were just talking nonsense


On subjects
On topics


Touching something vague
That were abstract and lacked clarity


Which cannot be unproven, or
That were unprovable or


In place of content
That lacked substance


Speak in tongues
That spoke in an obscure and ambiguous manner


Yet know not whom they’re speaking for
Without knowing who their true audience is


No, I am not deluded so
No, I am not blinded by my ego


I do not feel I represent
I don't believe that I am representing the whole truth


Some force divine
That I am a spokesperson for a higher power


But still I know
But still, deep within me, I know


That I shall never be content
That I will never be fully satisfied


To hold my tongue when I would speak
To stop myself from speaking my mind


Or change my words to suit the hour
Or alter my words to conform to the times


Or pinch a blush upon my cheek
Or pretend to smile in spite of the sadness within


To feign my joy
To pretend to be happy


At love gone sour
When my love has died out


I do not wish to disappoint
I don't want to let people down


The faith that others place in me
Or betray the trust that others have in me


To lead the way to brighter days
To set an example for others


But sometimes dark
But sometimes things feel bleak


Is all I see
And in those moments, darkness is all I can see


I work for good
I strive to do good in this world


I toil for hope
And work hard, hoping that my efforts will pay off


No one can question my intent
I believe that my intentions are pure and good


But even those who listen close
But despite that


Can often mistake
People can easily misinterpret


What I meant
What I was trying to say


My fear
But my greatest fear is


I’ve come to realize
That I have learned


Is mainly this:
What I fear most is this:


That I am wrong
That I am misguided


That my perception is askew
That my way of seeing things is distorted


That I write shyte
That what I write is nonsense


And call it song
And label it as art


Perhaps I’ll always question thus
Maybe I will always have these doubts


Discount my merits
Underestimate my own worth


Thoughts
And undermine my own thoughts and beliefs


And deeds
And the things I do


‘Tis well
But it is okay


Long as I still go forth
As long as I keep moving forward


And see where this
And continue to explore the potential of my


My vision
Creativity and imagination


Leads
And see where it takes me


Strong is she
She is an empowered woman


Who knows her mind
Who has clarity of thought


And speaks it
And is not afraid to speak her mind


Though she may not please
Even if what she says might not always be liked


Fortunate the audience
But those who hear her are fortunate


That hears such honest thoughts
Because they are authentic and real


As these
Just like the thoughts expressed in this song




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Comments from YouTube:

Irene Peeters

This poem is so beautiful, I love it. And the background music is so moving.

Ian Garza

yes Irene, the ,major thirds and minor switches really make a pleasant harmony with the ascending and descending augmented arpeggios of the octotonic scale

UncleBastyPictures

This is one of the most beautiful poems I have ever heard / read. Of course, it helps that EA has the most beautiful speaking voice (& singing voice) in the world.

Skyler Cochran

I am so relatable for this :D!

Tykilover

Isn't that what poetry is? The poet speaking of their thoughts and feelings and ideas? And the reason it sounds like she is talking to us is because she's using enjambment, a technique I have only rarely seen poets not use. Plus I like it that it sounds like she is speaking directly to us; that is the point of this poem, is it not?

Ryan M

DEEP. <3

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