Yeah yeah, here we are back at it again for the second day in a row! ... Get your grandfather's prostate checked, you know he's a stubborn SOB.
This song is gonna be going onto my perpetually forthcoming "serious" solo album. The plan is to get a good chunk of songs I'm happy written and demo'd, then find a drummer who kicks dick, rehearse the material until we're so sick of it we're stoked on it again, and go into an actual studio and crank out the songs with a precise quickness. Or I'll just play everything because fuck it.
I don't know what the fuck this song is about. I had the chords kicking around for almost a year but never could find words to go with it. Spoiler alert: it's got words now. Here it is, "Good Advice"
Day/Song #2 - "Jay Best - Good Advice"
Written & Recorded 8/3/16
Moving on
Says the believer
But that's no fun
These feelings still linger
You think you've won
Quit wagging your finger
Step inside this hollowed wall
The light will guide you
Take heed, good advice
Will swallow you whole
It's all a stunt
Satisfy your demons
To act so blunt
There's no good reason
Steal what you want
Melancholy season
Sold and bought
On grounds of high treason
This song is gonna be going onto my perpetually forthcoming "serious" solo album. The plan is to get a good chunk of songs I'm happy written and demo'd, then find a drummer who kicks dick, rehearse the material until we're so sick of it we're stoked on it again, and go into an actual studio and crank out the songs with a precise quickness. Or I'll just play everything because fuck it.
I don't know what the fuck this song is about. I had the chords kicking around for almost a year but never could find words to go with it. Spoiler alert: it's got words now. Here it is, "Good Advice"
Day/Song #2 - "Jay Best - Good Advice"
Written & Recorded 8/3/16
Moving on
Says the believer
But that's no fun
These feelings still linger
You think you've won
Quit wagging your finger
Step inside this hollowed wall
The light will guide you
Take heed, good advice
Will swallow you whole
It's all a stunt
Satisfy your demons
To act so blunt
There's no good reason
Steal what you want
Melancholy season
Sold and bought
On grounds of high treason
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