Here's a song about and written under strict Spanish lockdown
I would appreciate some feedback on the build up and the lyrics. Thanks!
https://soundcloud.com/user-72312994/bathroom-evolutionBathroom Evolution
This my house, I built it in my backyard
Right now it’s bigger than the world
Out there is Cain still murdering Abel
But none of that in my house.
The curtains are sailing under Panamese flag
Into cracked mirrors, a selfless sea
The radio spewing just riddles and fables
But nothing about my house.
To have or not to have a home
Dream without dying
Your scent in stone
Your dress on the floor
One fine day
We’ll go upstairs
And we won’t come down again
To have or not to have a home
The mouth of the stormwind’s on my chimney tonight
Blowing a tune like Auld Long Syne.
Outside the bones of existence are rattling
Against the walls of my house.
Someone’s flying of their Panhandle tonight
Cussin’ at all but the kitchen sink
Someone is mowing yellow carpets here toningt
All but the one with the stain shaped like Sudan
Out there is Cain still murdering Abel
The radio spews but riddles and fables
Outside the bones of existence are stable
Against the odds inside my house
To have or not to have a home
Dream about dying
Your ghost in stone
Planet under your floor
One fine day
We’ll go upstairs
And we won’t come down again
To have or not to have a home
