This song was written in the wee hours of a morning in 2008, vaguely in response to a since-cancelled apartment complex planned for Stringer's Ridge in Chattanooga, TN. Other than that it is aimless railing against what temporary adversities were stressing me out at the time.
-Hap

Stringer's Ridge

I don't shit 1's and 0's because I'm not a hologram.

Fir Fir

Cockaroach

On a ship inside a bottle
haunted by a ghost

the Owls