Becca Murder - “Analog”

Lyrics:

“I’m sorry that you feel so bad
Order anything from the comfort menu
We’ll be like Spaceage Navajos
Sitting around the plastic fire

If you can’t store your analog I’ll secure the position of each knob
I’ll memorize the patch bay settings
I’ll plug in the patch chord to break the half normal connection
Half normal connection

I’ll never end my invisible friendship
Oo we’re so cool wearing soccer cleats to school and click clacking everywhere through”

Wrote this at age 17 . Can’t fall asleep right now so I thought I’d sing quietly . Have a lovely night!