(No harm intended, we’ve all lost people close to us. But it’s understated how devastating it can be when a work you labor over disappears into the cracks in your life, never to be found.)
Edit: Song now rolled into final 7th record. Get it here, free.
LYRICS:
She was a fresh song that fell off the page –
melodious to malodorous in seconds…
She quickly stuck like an old door in my throat
Good thing I chose not to save her
or back her up.
More of the same, please…
More of the same, please…
More of the same, please…
More of the same, please…
I spent the 3 full days working on a song with both of us, was about 80% done.
And it was great.
Lost the file.
Gone by accident with no backup.
Tried all the geek tricks, no dice.
I haven’t lost a file since 2011.
This is the third one I’ve lost since 1993.
First was the list of women I’d been with
Second was the first podcast by my radio show.
But we got it back years later from a fan.
Third was this song.
Always back up.
Always back up.
Always back up.
Always back up.
It’s the new “be kind and rewind.”
If a file is deleted unheard does it make a sound?
Or only for the kitty cats?
Worms: Phil Wormuth
Words and music: Michael W. Dean