I hope you forgive me.
 
It seemed like a month, it seemed like thirty days.
But it was only a day.
 
Sorry ladies.
 
I said I was a Junkie, no way out.  Sonar is bad good for you.
 
 http://www.soundclick.com...ngid=13286740&q=hi
 
Jesse Q. Screed
 
I'm going to try and disappear  again, hopeless

Jesse, I really like songwriters that go against the grain and don't do paint-by-numbers songs.  This certainly falls into that category.  You manage to make discordance artistic, if not experimental.  I'm not saying this is pleasing to the ear, but I know that's not the goal here.  The way this is arranged pulls my attention to the lyrics which makes the chaos all the more relevant.  You've managed to capture a feeling that many people overlook.  I've listened to your other songs, and several of them pull this off, as well.  All in all, a good mix and a most creative outlook on life and music.

Hello Lynn, yep.  Thanks for the listen.  I like your view.  I'm not trying to be displeasing.  Just trying to express myself. 
 
here is a remix, because I know you all want to hear it.

I don't know, it sort of sounds like....            you.     A fairly random arrangement, like an odd sound mosaic with a few of its pieces re-arranged.  
 
Some of the lower vocal parts did remind me a little of Marilyn Manson. 
 

Cool Stevec, anytime you listen to my music you bring it.
 
Actually, there was nothing random about this entire piece.  I made a spreadsheet of tempos, and mathematically adjusted each and every track into the center.  It was kind of fun, there is some 1/32 nudgeing, and some...well, it doesn't matter. If you listen more discretely you will see what I mean.
 
Of course I stretch the boundaries, that is all I am capable of.  I believe in what I do.  There is a message in everything I do, maybe insignificant, but If I post it I Bring it.  I'm free.
 
This a song about Lady H.  The drums are your life, the bass is the incessant creep of the calling.  The guitar is the sludge parsing through you heart and veins, and brain.  The keys are the starry, starry, night before the nod.  The vocals are the confession and desparation, sans acceptance.
 
Marilynn Q. Screedson