Oh, my god. I hate Myspace. I just wrote a huge, long explanation of the new song I just uploaded - I mean, this was a look inside my heart when I wrote the song, inside my head when I recorded it, etc. A complete deconstruction of my songwriting process and what went into translating it into a finished product.

Then I accidentally hit the "back" button on my mouse, and the whole damn thing got deleted.

Computers.

Anyway, maybe it's for the best - I'm not sure anyone would want to be exposed to that level of self-examination on my part. Suffice it to say that I was dealing with a lot of crap when I wrote this song - crap both personal and philosophical - and "A Long, Slow March to the Sea" is what came out. What you'll hear here is a rough mix of a demo, because despite the fact that I'd like punch up the drums and the bass, dial down the vocals a bit (this is the first recording in a while on which I haven't been super self-conscious about my vocals, but I still think they're a bit forward in the mix), and possibly add harmony in the chorus, I think it's in a good enough spot that I'd like people to hear it. Hopefully, you'll enjoy it for now, and I'll see if I can get a new and improved version up some time this week.

Here are the lyrics, in case anyone's interested, and if I have the gumption some time in the near future, I may come back and unload everything I had previously written. Thanks for listening.

A LONG, SLOW MARCH TO THE SEA

Feel like a devil, feel like a saint.
Stuck in the middle, no way to explain.
I don't have the courage to make up my mind.
There's dust on my forehead and blood in my eyes.

Oh, no, am I falling again?
I know this is where it should end.
But I can't recall the last thing I believed.
It's a long, slow march to the sea.

Nothing prepared me to answer the call.
I took up my weapons and turned toward the wall.
You're like a window; you let in the rain.
Grey as the morning. Contrition's the same.

Oh, no, am I falling again?
I know this is where it should end.
But I can't recall the last time I was clean.
It's a long, slow march to the sea.

My stride is steady, but heavy the weight.
I'll sink to the bottom, uneven and strange.
Now falls the silence of concrete and pride.
And I am resurrected, but empty inside.

Oh, no, have I fallen again?
I know this confusion should end.
But what in the hell is the matter with me?
It's a long, slow march to the sea.
Such a long, slow march to the sea.