first fawm song of the year. I tend to try and overproduce things until I end up never releasing anything.
So heres me doing two things I don't normally do. Sing/play guitar.
Happy fawming folks!
How many miles until our exit you reckon?
my butt is fuzzy from all of this sitting.
Shits crazy, the snow comes down in droves.
Gosh, it aint empty, a home that is stuffed to the brim,
With nothing but nicknacks.
We fit right in
But i hated it when, mr.lincoln,
Didnt help you get up.
So.. we..left him there?
We left him.
@jsmalls Feb 2022
Andrew, your distorted voice makes MY butt fuzzy.
Great storytelling chords, match the lyrics very well
@emory Feb 2022
I like your guitar tone! And the transition chords to the "Mr Lincoln" section are real nice.