"I quit my job to look for cold raw gold" is what i was thinking about trying to make a living being in a band. Frustrated and half-crazy and bitterly disappointed, my brain tried to escape. This is just a sketch of the song. We were going to add guitars, horns and real instruments to make this song a band effort, but I scared everybody when I sang these scratch vocals - I ripped off my shirt and punched myself in the face. A lot of the songs we wrote would start off with synthesizer music on a sequencer, then we'd build the song around it. This one never made it past phase one. I still like it because it's tweaked.
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