a new-ish song:
the real wild hearts- go down, matthew.
this is one of those songs that you write and think 'i'll just keep it simple' and then so much goes wrong with recording it that you realize that it's probably cursed. and then you start to wonder where exactly you got all of your instrument cables from and maybe one of them belonged to your obviously cursed ex roommate or a voodoo priest touched one while it was on the shelf at guitar center. or maybe you yourself have some sort of hex on you for not giving spare change to a homeless wizard. then you wonder how you could go about decursing everything and purifying your body and mind, and you end up in the fetal position in bed wondering where it all went wrong. but it happens to everybody once in a while.
i have no idea how people that use autotune fight the temptation to make everything have a chipmunk robot type voice.