demo preview of a new song titled “Fire”
The Letter
The first verse of an old song with a new tune.
You’re creeping like a spider
on the wall
or a tiger
on the prowl
You’re waiting for me
to let my face fall
or let
my guard down
But you will not take my joy
You will not take my joy
You’re skinny like a model
on a purge
or a small silent
funeral dirge
You want me to kill me brother
if I am able
with a cane
made out of maple
You will not take my joy
You will not take my joy
a demo I recorded right after I wrote this song, and then the newest demo of the song in progress.
I’ve been listening to “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford” soundtrack for weeks now.
This was inevitable.