It needs lyrics, but it's almost there. The song came to me over a few nights of feeling it out. I recorded two versions, the second of which is more refined. A near perfect take as concerns the guitar; the vocals are passable - flat a times, a dull delivery - but passable. I made up lyrics on the spot. I don't know what they mean.
There is a tempest within; today didn't let me rest or offer quarter. It sucks and I'm alone in it.
Calamity.
It will be worked through.
Song of the night: Marry Me, by St. Vincent.
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