47. Anti-Song

47. Anti-Song



So you’re saying… what? Music did it?

Not just the music. There were words too.
Y’see, I spent my whole life trying to write the perfect song.

And then one day I did it. I actually did it. But the second I played the final chord? It happened.
The apocalypse, the end of the world…
…whatever you want to call it.

So now I’m trying to write the worse song possible. An anti-song to sing everyone back into being.

And how’s that going?

Well. I’ve got a chorus that rhymes “orange juice” with “sporange spruce”.
So it feels like I’m off to the right start.

Posted on July 24, 2018 at 12:01 am in Ghosts Of The Great Mistake. Follow responses to this post with the comments feed. You can leave a comment or trackback from your own site.

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