about
This is one of those "looking in the mirror and not liking what I see" type songs. I tried to channel my inner Neil Young on the vocal takes.
lyrics
I don't need any help
I poison things with competence
Distant sounds become loud
They will reach me in due course
I am appalled and tired
One, two, three, four
The overlord of all things wrong
Three, four, five, six
I don't need any friends
I hold court with my own damn self
Absent mind becomes clear
I revolves around emptiness
I am appalled and tired
One, two, three, four
The overlord of all things wrong
One, two, three, four
Three, four, five, six
I beat myself with stones and sticks
Five, six, seven, eight, nine
credits
from
Simple Songs,
track released July 24, 2020
Jeff Vicario: music, lyrics, arrangement, vocals, all instruments
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