Jared and I made this song—in a minor key, how unusual for the Happy Gland Band!—about what happens when the souls of the undead, irreconcilable songs haunt you. You can buy this song here, if that’s what you’re into.
The Souls of Unfinished Songs
A plague of red-eyed gnats
Comes down upon me
Drinks the tears from my eyes
Sip, sip, sip
Tiny feet upon my skin
The rush of wings in the air
All hope is gone
For the souls of those unfinished songs
The wings of a hundred bats
Bring in darkness and strife
Whipping up what I’d tamp down
Cruel, dark, cold
The ravens come on the wing
From their perch of despair
All hope is gone
For the souls of those unfinished songs
They hover around my ears
Black wings beating
Draining all hope from my heart
Wishing they’d take to the sky
I wish them away
But can’t let them go
The souls of those unfinished songs
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