I'm Still Unsigned

Three weeks ago I heard about the annual PBS festival song. At the time I thought it would be a really good idea to enter and so finally achieve something worthy of justifying my existance. When I recalled this resolution with less than a week before the deadline I decided I actually would do it as opposed to everything else I've said I would do in the past, such as;

-travelling overseas
-learning German
-learning to read music
-writing a novel
-travelling the country
-starting a lawn bowls team
-trying at uni
-learning to play the piano
-travelling anywhere

So it was that I put everything on hold (I actually didn't have anything else to do) while I hurriedly concieved, wrote lyrics and music for and then recorded three new songs. They aren't particularly good or original, the lyrics and singing are woeful and the recording efforts were shoddy at best but still. For your approval my entry for the PBS Festival of Song;

Dagger - 4.8mb
Theres nothing I hate more than angsty love songs but I just couldn't help it, you just start rhyming words and next thing you know.

Flourish - 4mb
How not completely cliched, an anti-war song. This song's abit more upbeat and the music's not particuarly bad.

Forbear - 3.5mb
This one turned out to be another angsty love song written late on the night before the deadline. I had just reread my previous lyrics about Schrodinger's cat and found lines like;

Spare a thought for the cat,

who's wavefunction has collapsed.

Well that wasn't really, but this certainly was,

I'll give you my heart please keep it in a box,

and you can't ever ever measure it.

Outrageous.