A sleepy little ditty for all you bleary-eyed raddevon.com fans! On February 20th, raddevon video will feature the process of recording and uploading this song as narrated by me. Be sure to check it out.

I was helping a friend of mine clean out his dorm in preparation for his move back home, and we found a box of chocolates from his ex-girlfriend. He commented that they were extremely stale. Poignant, I thought.

This song was expanded to a suite for the sole purpose of using the "bittersuite" pun. Pretty pathetic. ;)

PS. my mispronunciation of the Shakespearean name "Gloucester" has already been brought to my attention and will be corrected in future recordings.

This could technically be a really short full song, but I'm not finished with it yet. I came up with a fairly dour Am-E progression, and then my guitar instructor came up with the little repeated bridge. It adds a nice flair to the song.

Naturally, something so morose needed complementary lyrics. So I chose the metaphor of slavery.

A friend of mine told me to write a song about this dream he had. The result was this little snippet which I abandoned because everyone who listened to it gave it a lukewarm response. I like it myself, except for the Alice in Chains-esque chorus.