I've had the principle riff of this song for ages, I just finally wrote lyrics for it. Kind of bluesy, kind of low-fi hard rock. I wish I could play the drums, but Reason and its infinite loops will have to suffice. Click here to go to Soundcloud.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
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Bad Poetry: Getting Old
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