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Talk about the worst song ever written and performed, I think this is it. And yes, I wrote and performed it. It was originally a poem I wrote when I was 16 years old and converted it into a song. The original title was IS MY ILLUSION but I wanted to add a word in front of it, so I grabbed a dictionary, opened it and pointed my finger down onto it. The first word turned out to be SYNTAX. So, the title really means nothing. The poem really means nothing, and the song really means nothing, except for purposely sounding like an avant-garde mess. The song, lyrically, was just supposed to convey a feeling of depression and anger, then death and a re-birth of sorts, but it’s nothing I seriously sat down and plotted out. Some may be offended by it; others won’t care a bit. I’m in the latter. I recorded this back on cassette around 1985 on a two track recorder. The guitar was a bit out of tune and my vocals barely recognizable, which was part of what I was trying to do. There was this annoying buzzing sound going through-out the track and it turned out that my microphone wasn’t pushed in completely and didn’t make a good signal contact. But did I care? No! So I continued on and overdubbed a bass part that was out of tune, with other noises on the other track; and then put it away. In late 2013, I transferred the song onto Audacity and overdubbed, in one silly take, the drums which doesn't really follow the pattern to anything, which is what the other instruments were doing as well. I copied and pasted the drums 2 times and added a flange effect to it; and on the other track, I reversed it so you get this weird percussion thing going on. If this song doesn’t win some kind of worst song in the world that was ever made award, I may be a bit disappointed. On the other hand, I don’t think I really care one way or another.

This is song #120.

Recorded at The CELL BLOCK Studio in Auburn, WA.

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YOU SAY IT’S OVER. YOU SAY IT’S WRONG.
BUT WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE WHEN YOU’RE DRUNK SO LONG?
YOU ARE SO DUMB. IT’S ME WHO’LL CRY.
YOU THINK IT’S RIGHT THAT MAKES ME WANT TO DIE.
I’LL SAY IT AGAIN AS I DID BEFORE.
YOU’RE ALL STINKIN’ RETARDS. MUTILATE THE WHORES!
(SOLO)
YOU SAY YOU’LL COME BACK. YOU SAY IT’S ALL RIGHT.
I’M GOING INSANE WITH ADVANCED DISEASE.
CUT ME IN HALF, DOWN TO MY KNEES.
YOU FEEL SO ESTRANGED. MY LOVE HAS ITS RANGE.

NO ONE UNDERSTANDS PAIN, PAIN, PAIN.
GO SCREW YOURSELF. WE’RE ALL IN VAIN.
NEXT IS YOUR LIFE. YOU’RE ALL A BUNCH OF DIPS.
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES; YOU TAKE SOME TRIPS.
SO DON’T TELL ME RIGHT FROM WRONG, 'CAUSE I HATE YOUR GUTS.
YOU BELONG WITH THE ANIMALS, THE CHICKENS AND THE MUTTS.
I MUST TELL YOU: MY BRAIN IS DEAD.
IT’S ALL IMAGINARY LIVING INSIDE OF MY HEAD.
I HATE YOU WORLD, THAT I CANNOT HIDE.
IT’S TIME TO BE STONED; TIME FOR SUICIDE.
(SOLO)
NOW THAT I’M DEAD, THERE’S ONE MORE THING I FEEL.
IT’S MORE THAN A PAIN; IT’S A PAIN THAT IS REAL. OH HELP ME PEOPLE!

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from IT SEEMS SO STRANGE [Digitally Remastered], released May 26, 2014
Wayde K. Brown

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The Santairs Auburn, Washington

I am a musician, singer, and songwriter doing this part-time but have been doing it all my life. I started singing before I could talk at the age of one, and wrote my first real song at 15 years of age. (If you count avant-garde as a song, then the age would be 7.) I currently own my own recording studio; and I write, perform, and record my own music (and other's from time to time.) I am Santairs. ... more

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