120 bpm, eb it's the sound, getting in my brain deep inside, and on a dusty day it feels like rain falling down and fills me up with song there's a note i almost hear it now and it grows and on a quiet day it sounds like a promise…

110 bpm, e

110 bpm, d there are a lot of angry voices that do not belong to me inside this skull that i sometimes call home every time i try to tune one or tune one out they gang together and whisper softly to me surrender, give in, let win don…

80 bpm, b the bombs fly down towards the city the bullets scream fast as lightening and i can't believe what we do to each other the children cry for their mothers the mothers cry for their children the tears they cry fall for nobody…

Can you tell this was the final song I wrote for the challenge?

I'm not kidding. Just some improvised harmonica.

Really, I think this should have a full band behind it. That clearly wasn't an option in the time I had...

started out in 5, but i couldn't sing to that. it's not the loneliness, per say, it's just doing the same thing every day, alone, i'm not someone who needs daily tending, it's just that i would like to be tended to, eventually, and yet i remain…