I recently saw a human foot in an overhead storage bin. Freaked me out. Happily, when the cops came, it turned out to be a crazy guy, sleeping up there. But before the cops came, my mind went through a litany of possibilities, including the thought that a serial killer lived in my apartment building. To deal with the event, I wrote a song, playing off my fears.
In the song, the theme is sung in an upbeat way, rather matter-of-factly. But the echoes of fear and speculation can be heard inbetween the lines.
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