Death of Spain

spending time alone is kinda hard, i gotta calm myself down sometimes..

i stayed up real late last night, kinda working on this song.. mostly watching television. but i got all these lyrics from last nights sporadic work, and that's good news. the song is mostly this convoluted guitar chord thing, that i did a mock spanish fingerpick thing.. i don't have a nylon, or any ability, so that's as far as i went with it. it's got some cool drum tracks shifting around underneath, the main one is a samba groove from the machine, and there's a tamborine and cowbell, and a spare kick drum bit.

i had in mind a much more dramatic ethnic-feeling song.. and i wanted a trumpet, if i could. but i can't play the trumpet. oh well.

pinned up against the wall, you got your eyes on the land
do the math though it twists and turns
"sign him up, tonight - how much time do we have left?"
you don't know him like i do
i'm riddled with prints and my heart hums blue
in the mess of the effort, you spit up
like a wife you can't get rid of
much like it's a bad way across, it's the Death of Spain