Glad Clint let me in on the secret of Soundcloud's share.
I'll pass the props on to the wife. She complained that it was right at the edge of her range, which is why the vox part is pretty simple.
Ah, lyrics. The curse of a poetry degree. Like how to take the story of a simple one-night affair and obscure it up. For the life of me, I can't right a simple song. The last love song I wrote the wife asked me if it was about 9-11. "Plane a falling star" was instead about waiting for a lover at the airport, nothing sinister.
Thanks all.
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