Song: Dry Spell – “Staying alive at all costs”
When I wrote this, I had no idea what most of the chords were; I just played around with them until they were more interesting than what I had originally come up with.
The story is fairly evil here. Sure, when there's no water left, there are no nice solutions, but this one is probably hard to stomach for most people, even though I didn't make it very graphic.
Featuring deliberate pink noise!
This song won me the corresponding round of Song Fight, by one vote.
Dry Spell (right click → save as)
Thirst, it's the worst Thing we've got these days Clouds not been seen Crowds not so keen Body heat sets me ablaze There's a dry spell on the land There's nothing left but sand I think if I stay outside I will fry No sweat, no tears, no oil Dry veins, dry years, dry soil The less we do, the sooner we will die Our past got us here Caught up to us this year [so many things gone wrong] Perhaps we were too rash Life has turned to ash [the days so very long] There's a dry spell on the land There's nothing left but sand I think if I stay here my brain will fry No plants, no flies, no rain Dry moors, dry skies, dry pain The less we do, the sooner we can't try A solution has appeared We have volunteered Others who will help the rest survive At least fifty percent Of body mass present The solution that will keep us all alive [or at least most of us] Now there's water all around That we're lucky to have found It's all thanks to those who gave their lives for all They may not have agreed But wise men took the lead And did proceed and freed us from our fall Praise be to them for making us stand tall Perhaps we can fix mistakes after all
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