Pooy & His Broken Army's lyrics & chords

Thursday is the best time for me and my imaginary band (The Broken Army) to gather in my room, yeah it took me a while to realize how embarrassingly imaginary every thing was, including myself. My country is not the greatest place on planet to produce any kind of vibration. You can mourn all year long but no you can’t play music. Loads of sounds come to my mind in form of marching bands. I’ve heard them all through my life. They march in and march out. They mostly sound melancholic and blue; I think their horns are broken. Yes, I’m a DIY ...read more