10 - Shakespeare in My Pocket

[Intro | fingerpicked guitar, soft] [Verse 1 | intimate, sparse] They took all the libraries, locked them away — 'too many feelings, too much to say' But I folded a page in the palm of my hand, a little wild garden in a flattened-out land [Pre-Chorus | brushes enter] And when the world gets too bright and too loud I open it up and I'm out of the crowd [Chorus | warm, 'la-la' harmonies] I got Shakespeare in my pocket, a little bit of fire they can't put out I got Shakespeare in my pocket, whispering what it's all about — la-la-la, what it's all about [Verse 2 | fuller, piano] 'To be or not to be' on a coffee-stained sheet, four hundred years and it still skips a beat They can take all my screens, take the soma, the lot — but the words on the paper are all that I've got [Pre-Chorus] And when the world gets too bright and too loud I open it up and I'm out of the crowd [Chorus] I got Shakespeare in my pocket, a little bit of fire they can't put out I got Shakespeare in my pocket, whispering what it's all about — la-la-la, what it's all about [Bridge | strings swell, emotional peak] And when I am gone and forgotten and old, someone will open it, someone they're told 'there's nothing in pages' — but oh, they'll be wrong: there's a whole human heart pressed in here, beating along [Chorus | final, full warm] I got Shakespeare in my pocket, a little bit of fire they can't put out whispering what it's all about — la-la-la, what it's all about [Outro | guitar + hummed line, fade]