the last song in October
and it is long as I tend to do them
I reused the poem Indian summer by Dorothy Parker again and made a new song called To Hell.
Indian summer
In youth, it was a way I had
To do my best to please,
And change, with every passing lad
To suit his theories.
But now I know the things I know,
And do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you!
I play, bass, guitars and sing. The beats is from an arpeggio in one of my synths that I tweaked to make it sound hellish.
