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This is a talking-blues song. This is a very specific genre, so I understand if it's not everyone's cup of tea. Me, I love the talking-blues genre and have written quite a few. I really like this one. It's a legitimate story that has a strong moral and everything, while also being a little on the humorous side.
Feelings of disconnection between the body and soul.
This song is about voices that have manifested in my mind. At first it was only a week or 3. It all started 11 years ago, right about the time the brain initiutive started, and I just happehed to be in Hymen City at that time, a city known for its ecnredible technolohical advances, and that was also the first time I heard the voices). Now maybe they have ties to South Africa, and they pick they're targets well. Anybody with any pree-existing mentak condition, which means 25% of humanity. Add to that reacreational drug use and the percentage drastically drops. I have had to live with them never shutting up for a full year recently, do you know what that is like when in the "real world" you have a psychotic that has it in for you, smears your name, lies about you being aggressive, yet he us the one ever to puch me a shiner, through my broken glassess. He even pushed by mype in my ckassroom one day about money i do not owe him, thank God no kids were around, 1st thing I did was dop my broom to the floor when I saw he was trying to steal my phone, I took it back, the was the usual 2 mebpn hardly poshing each other around, he then damages his arm takes photos and claims... wait for it... I attacked him with the broomstick! What a lying miacreant piece of shit must you be to be that much of a pschopath. My point being, beween the experiment ("voices"), COVID19, no full time job because of this psycho, and then deeking with all the plethora of shit that comes my way from this hidious madman,.
I guess in my head it is somewhere in America, but not too far from Mexico... or possible the other way around. Just fun for the sak of fun.
A solemn and melancholic set of lyrics as a prayer to broken hearts