Very old tune, passed it by in my notebook while recording these and thought, if not now then this song will surely die never hitting any ears.
Written when I was a kid living in New Jersey, maybe before high school.
I kept thinking about a guitar with the neck snapped and it's weird tones.
Mishapen sounds and defunct instruments are wildly relatable, especially when yer a defunct character in a small town.
lyrics
carpet drains and old blood stains
oh I can't even keep count
and we're all losing our heads,
slowly going insane,
maybe thats what life's about
but its too cold inside
broken-necked guitars sing,
but they never sound the same
and unexpectedly we brand the name,
no-one here's to blame
but its so bold of you to fly
while its so cold inside
patiently we abide
and we'll save it for a rainy day
credits
from clean slate,
released December 24, 2021
Music / Lyrics by Anna Kunz
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