I just realized - it's been a month or two since I posted new material, so here goes. This is a writing demo, a kind of stream-of-consciousness rendering of a song idea I've had for quite some time. It's also one of the first things I've ever committed to analogue tape, if you're the kind that cares for such things. Apparently it slipped under the radar for a while, what with band recordings and all. Feedback, as always, is optional yet appreciated.
Wolkenvelden - The Great Indoors (4.3MB MP3) (lyrics)
While all my friends are getting lives
Getting it right - maybe getting wives
I hole up and explore
The great indoors
And I'm so sick of being clever
That I'd rather stay inside
You'd think I'd know by now how to write
A song to change my mind
And so we play the songs we used to know back when
Demons merely slept under my bed
Is it gravity that keeps you down?
Because you carry your sadness around
Like a rosary
Counting one two three
It's a cynics' pissing match
I think we all agree that death
Is just an exercise in Zen
So come on play the songs we used to know back when
Demons merely slept under my bed
Before they found their way into my head
Where have all the pop songs gone?
Someone run and put one on
And then we'll ramble on and on
About how we miss nostalgia
And they don't make it like they used to anymore
So, when company loves misery it's a cynics' pissing match
They should name the trophy after you
I'm going outside
I'll be alright.
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