Colaboring with Bainsey, a local blundering magician. Old words from the dessert.

A Psalm.

This song was written after moving into a new apartment. One of the movers put a coin in the door hinge to keep the door open so that he wouldn't have to bother me for keys. I thought it was so cool and smart and sleek and simple. I wanted him…

i made this song up real fast. and i obviously threw it into the computer real fast. i have trouble with levels. but then again, that's what the songs about. let's hear it for Temper Tantrums!