You asked for a cover letter
“But that’s not what we do”
As James Murphy would tell you
“I try and try
It ends up feeling kinda wrong”
So instead I wrote you a song
Because for every though in my head there is one
OK, I didn’t write it from scratch
And “music's [not] just a part”
“But honestly I’m not that smart”
“We fake it, fake it all the time”
And now I’ve got to find something to rhyme
So I guess we all know “that was an awful line”
“Yeah, you wanted the truth
And then you said you want proof”
And “there's lights and sounds and stories”
And I can try and tell you mine
Studied Journalism and Media
Worked in radio, marketing and communications
But mostly grew up singing my office jobs away all through Expedia
As my Dad's embarrassing videos would prove to perfection
Back in the days buying a CD was an event
I would suck the lyrics and chords out of each one of those gems
And discovering new music today is what I do to cope with the corporate cement
Please don’t be fooled by the rocks my CV's got
I’m still Joana from the block
I listen to music in English, Spanish, Portuguese or French
Just don’t ask me to tap dance
Use music to survive, music uses me to thrive
Can’t say I don’t like Spotify
But how i wish talent was more recognized
Who knows I end up recording with you sometime?
And I won't write poems anymore
No I won't write no poems anymore
I won't write no poems
Till you take me home.

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