A simple song about raging against the current. Quite a bit of stratocaster soloing over a minor I-V7-IV vamp. Baby Yoda is caged while John Cena looks on. Such is the way of life.
Fiction, comedy, music, pop-culture musings, and other awesome nonsense from a disembodied head floating in the ether...
I've probably redid this one three or four times at this point. I think this is the definitive version of my grungy rocker. I redid mo...
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