For my foster brother, who defined and re-defined the definition of "torture" when I was 15 years old. I've heard how drugged he is nowadays and how rough he looks; "I would feel sorry for him." 

No. 

So I'm late
It took awhile to find you in my state of mind
Those car rides were endless
Can't focus, can't even watch the streetlights
blinks of you, now

I hold my hand out to yours
You refuse it, you abuse it
For nothing but bad
I don't trust the lines that dot your every, every move
You cause trouble
Causing trouble

Every move I make is for you
don't you know
how you fouled it up?
how you fouled it up;
how you could've been my low
went around it, went about it, went too close
you're burned now

oh how likely; how sad they say you look 
how sad oh how sad they say you look now

How sad they say you look now
how sad 
how sad 
you must look now

How Sad You Look Now

Completely improvised (except for covers, obviously). out of tune guitars, in-tune violin, old Tascam 4 track. recipe for fun/disaster!


Most of these tracks are 16 years old at LEAST, and they document the First World Struggle of one girl, a too-big guitar at the beginning, no clue what a power chord is, and a fortune spent in Radio Shack. Metal cassette tapes; and using the AUX function on my double cassette tape deck to spend hours mixing the levels, etc., for the final result (i.e. "I GIVE UP”). Also a flaw: I never wrote song lyrics ahead of time. Ever. And I'd play one guitar track, record it, and then build everything else in the song on top of that. Keeping my voice going as the same direction as my guitar wasn't an easy feat. But I had SO MUCH FUN, and was in a band for awhile in my early 20's, and we were on the radio, and I played electric violin and sang in front of drunks in college clubs, and for 15 minutes, I was doing what I have always loved above all else (besides writing).

Classically trained violinist since age 7; performing arts schools galore for music and creative writing. self-taught all else (take mercy on my soul).

How Sad You Look Now

Sarah Sorenson