So I wrote a song for the first time in years. I'm going to see if I can go record this at my friend's house. I'll post it if I do. Enjoy.
And I am not your path to glory
I'm just a sallow, sunken thing
You are a certain distraction
And I am not listening
There were times
with our heads against the wall
Those weren't times at all
And I am an architect of empty thoughts
You are a pawn in this game
And how do you get home
And how do you get home
And how do you get home from this
And how do you get home
And how do you get Hoooooooome
And how do you get home from this.
Go here to listen:
http://mymusicstream.com/molecularvisions/
Note: My friend John is the one singing because my vocal abilities are utter crap.
1 comment:
melancholy.
you know, you might hate me for this but the first "stanza" really reminds me of something ani difranco would write
don't know how you'll take that
in any case, this is sad, and i get sad thinking about the inspiration that wells up in you when you get sad.
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