This is the one I posted the other day and then immediately took down because . . . well, mostly because my voice was so bad on it. Anyhow, Steve here did some remixing and managed to use something like Melodyne I guess to add some background vocals from my original vocal during the chorus sections, plus he added some piano and woodwinds and whatnot. (Sorry Steve but I took out the Rhodes. For some reason that track just wasn't working for me, and I only used the woodwinds and pizzicato strings in certain sections.) My voice still stinks and always will in this life, but it sounds way better now.
The Mind at the Bottom of the Well When I was just a little tike
Training wheels still on my bike
I’d ask my daddy, “What’s the deal,
How do you know what’s real?”
He said:
“Sitting in an apple tree
We marvel how it came to be
Life is just a mystery
But aren’t you glad you’re going through with me?”
I raise my hand before my face
And wonder how it moves through space
The mind at the bottom of the well—
Maybe he could tell
Or write it on the bathroom wall:
“We were never here at all”
The microcosm ain’t so small
The big is small, the small is big, the universe is just a twig
Swing a June Bug on a string
Twirl it round to make it sing
Screechin’ out a melody:
“Swinging me into the sky blue, that will never satisfy you”
(Nope)
At night before I’d go to sleep
And ask the Lord my soul to keep
I’d bite a few bed bugs cos—
They need to know who’s boss