I’m wondering what I should say to you
Because my compass has turned.
I’ve warned you, thrown it right in front in truth,
But I don’t think that you’ve taken the time to provingly learn.
I’ve been reset, landed in Joker’s smiling teeth,
Cats, hens, and other things.
Grown restless and tired of thinking about myself and what that means.
So I’ll starve, grow old, and die in a weirdly open waste cave
Then say you’re sorry
Because sure enough,
Climbed out of my cage
Expecting damp rage.
Isn’t it strange
When the mean ones entertain you?
When they want you?
Won’t you complain?
I chose to retell “The Ugly Duckling”, a childhood classic. I connect very closely to it. I am a non-conformist. In many different ways. Sometimes, much like as the Ugly Duckling experiences, people like to directly stand in my way. This song is for them.
Instrumentation: Acoustic guitar, flute, trombone, french horn, slinky, bass drum, triangle, plate, shaker, and a bad hi-hat cymbal.
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Horns? I'm figuring out the best mixing sound for the horns to sound as ratty yet good as possible. Did I do an alright job finding a good compromise / how can I improve on it?