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Frontal Lobe. – (May 23st 1980)
In the weeks following the formation of The Bad Plants, Leo realizes they need original material to play live. He spends the next few days isolated in his bedroom writing and crafting songs for the band. The process of writing songs and figuring out how to write songs is grueling.
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-[Leo’s un-lite bedroom]-
Ink slice through the air, Pour the blood from the pen
Try to create a song, That’ll live till the end
Take every note, That they’ve every known
And squeeze every drop, From your frontal lobe
*Fighting the monster, That lives on the blank page
Which words contain. This much rage*
*Chorus*
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