Words

Words and me, it never worked very well… I think that’s why I make music. These last days trying to find a few words for a couple of songs, seems an impossible task. My father was a songwriter… I remember him inside his room, locked door, for hours… everyday, trying to put together some words, some chords… He made a couple of hits. Shit, I don’t wanna make a hit, I just want to make somethinggggggg…

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