this song is about my ongoing existential crisis. it explains itself, hopefully. bits and pieces are missing, mostly because im trying to rhyme, and i find myself thinking the same thing over. its like a Dr Seuss book. everything in the song so far can rhyme with the word 'hand'. because of the first line. or perhaps 'bland' would be more suited. maybe im too close to it. which is why i come here. im not much help with other peoples stuff, but i often find this helpful for myself.
ive whipped up a terrible demo to go along with it. oh its awful. no vocals. (link below). but you can probably imagine vaguely how its supposed to go. not that that is the part that matters to me in this instance. in the parts where i dont have a line yet, it will say so. its far from finished. so anyway, here. and thanks.
VERSE 1
i reached out to god but he faked me out and he cut my hand
i went to the doctor he doesnt take my insurance plan,
empty line
empty line
BRIDGE A
without my permission they signed me up
and they made my plans
filtered through the prism of someone
who doesnt understand
VERSE 2
im afraid of ghosts
the FBI and the taliban
empty line
empty line,
everybody's needs are the same
and so we do the dance
empty line
empty line
BRIDGE B
(there is one but i haven't written it yet)
(and some different stuff here. it needs an infusion of something different because it stays in the same place the whole time musically, but then needs to be brought back for the final bridge.)
BRIDGE C
On his weekends off
the devil plays in a wedding band
i reached out to god but he
faked me out and he cut my hand
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so, i dont know. its half baked at best. let me know what you think?
https://soundcloud.com/polite_things/fucking-terrible-demoLINK^^^^^^^ (excuse my language)