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A socially conscious, iconoclast tale of a tragic heroin, Ida Sue, who in the beginning of the seemingly hopeful tune believes she's the one calling the shots, before finding out they've been playing a more secret, devious game. It's a song about a tired, sexist system that aches for change, but that change is not going to come easy. It's the times, but as another world weary soul once prophetically said, The Times Are A-Changin'. And They indeed are, but not nearly fast enough for poor Ida Sue.

A rumination on the damage down to others unwillingly by one's own hand. It's about feeling like you're a walking cancer, feeling like you're not worth anything. At it's essentials, and it is essentially a simple, minimalist song, it's about self-doubt. Although don't grab you're tissues just yet, it ends with a glimmer of hope. A attempt to balance pessimism with optimism for a healthier psychological beverage, ready for intake.

This song is about the reality of high school or college and how not everyone can be, as the name states, popular. Some people just aren’t destined to be like that and deep down they know it, this is the incarnation of that feeling.

This song is a downtrodden, heart wrenching tale of losing someone you deeply loved for years, who once shared your bed but now haunts it. A meditation on the mental effects of grief, think Mount Eerie's A Crow Looked At Me. It is also a reflection of the narrator as much as it is a reflection on their relationship. Like the way losing one you consider your "better half" can make you want to stare in a mirror for a time, checking to see if you're still all there. The part where is reads "Sorry Charlie" is an obvious reference to Charlie Sheen's "Tiger Blood" era, commenting on another form of mental disorder altogether and admitting to the lack of energy or fortitude to deal with these things(the haunt) with similar gusto. This song probably won't make for easy listening, but you perhaps could forge a somber piano ballad out of it, with muffled or bluesy guitar sections separating the verses, and it would probably help if you can really sell the vocal delivery in a personal, intimate way. Or use a good deal of reverb, emphasizing the distanced, alienated place that the narrator's head is at. But that's just are off the cuff suggestion. This is the kind of song written not out of artistic ambition per se, but an extreme need to exorcise the demons of a tormented psyche. I hope you find something in it that moves you, albeit in a gentler way.

The narrator loves all the year round. His girl, on the other hand, migrates like the wild geese, flying away every spring.