Two weeks to take a song from conception to completion to competition!


This song was created for Game of Bands round 177 : "The Afterlife"




Like a bird, I am in the sky
I think I'm
on a cool patch of green grass


And from here...
I can see clouds crawling
on the mountains
I think I'm free


And the bruises...
they disappear
And nothing...
makes sense up here

(spoken word)
Just like in the stories that mama told me
She was a lonely woman who wanted to be free
I never knew my father, but I knew a many men
My mother used to bring them home every weekend

I am running from the men!
I am running from my mother's friends
I running to the headlights shining from the tunnel's end
the sound of the engines calm my fucking nerves
I running to the freedom that I think I deserve
Never be a victim
Always be free


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