Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
You’ll like this one. I don’t sing in it!
Oh, it has lyrics, but as the title says, they’re not included. For one thing, they turned out to be so grim and depressing that I couldn’t bring myself to make them public. Also, I couldn’t manage to sing them worth crap, so.
But if there are no lyrics, you might ask, how can the song be described as [Explicit]?
You’ll have to listen to find out. And you must listen to the whole song to get the full range of explicity.
Apologies to Adele, who hates it, but I used my wah wah pedal in this one. I love my wah wah pedal.
By the way, my childhood nickname was Casey, but I’d have gotten my mouth washed out with soap if I talked like this!
PS — I wanted the song to sound like it’s being played on the AM radio of a 1971 Ford Pinto. A subtle, possibly fraught artistic choice, but c’est la vie.