Day 345: Do What?

Someone who spends all their time as a shut-in playing video games isn't very likely to get a girlfriend/guyfriend. If they do, they probably won't be able to treat them like a normal person. This song is about a person who is incredibly untrusting of their girlfriend, even though it's completely unnecessary for them to be so.

Lyrics:

lyrics

I can only go as far as you'll let me,
No, I can't read your mind.
I can only go where you'll let me,
No, I can't see thru time.
No, I know you say you miss me.
And I miss you too,
No, I know you say you need me,
but I don't believe you.

Day 341: Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics

It's good to see you after so long,
Didn't you say you were gonna call?
Now that I think about it you said you'd see me on Saturday.

So your house burned down,
Then you moved out of town,
and your sister's in jail,
and your mother died last week.
Then your car broke down
and you lost your phone.
Then you had a fire and lost everything you own.

How 'bout we skip the lies and go straight to the shame?
How 'bout you look in my eyes and stop playing your games?
Just tell me the truth.

So you're moving to Tibet next week and becoming a monk?
Or you might join NASA?
You're the newest member of P-Funk.
Your album just dropped, so you're going on tour.
You got a line for everything I say, so won't you just tell me the truth?

How 'bout we skip the lies and go straight to the shame?
How 'bout you look in my eyes and stop playing your games?
Just tell me the truth.

credits

from 8 Bit RoundHouse, released 23 November 2013

Day 272: Tritone + SH-32

I wanted to try and push the distortion to unmusical level using Tritone.  I simultaneously wanted an excuse to use the new SH-32 refill by Patrick Sharpe.  I don't think the distortion sounds unmusical, but it does sound awesome.

Day 152: Tales from the Future

I check the calendar and realize my Socializer implants are almost out of juice.  It's a two hour walk to the charging station... or ten minutes on the subway.  I can take the constant advertisements and the gene-specific sexual encounter fantasy holograms, but the people.  I don't know if I can take the people.  The dregs of society.  I think about walking again, but remember the report of a feral dog pack somewhere in the area.  Best to avoid getting ripped to pieces, I already have too many implants as it is.

I make my way down the stairs and put on my kevlar overcoat as I go.  The UV rating is low today, but I remember to pack my ocular filters just in case.  I strap a breathing film over my nose and mouth and step out into the grime.  The sun is almost visible thru the fog today, but I better keep the filter on, I don't want to get contaminated by some hobo with technecrofilia.

Lyrics:
This infernal machine takes me where I want to go.
Riding along with the girls and the boys,
With their retro dogs and their retro toys.
Hurry up and get there.

A man sits next to me and his machine arm is malfunctioning.
He tries to tell me about it thru my audio stream.
I tell him I don't speak cyborg, please go away.

The party girls and the party boys all hyped up on their super juices,
Their neon outfits offend me so I turn on filters to get it away.

At last I'm at my stop.
I can't climb to the top of this pile of rats,
pile of garbage in this city that we live. 

Day 103: May You Be

Oddball short of a piece.  Started out thinking "This is going nowhere." but kept at it and am happy with the end result.

Lyrics:

You are my animal 

                  (I can't sleep)

You are my animal 

                  (I can't sleep)

You are my animal 

                  (May you be)

There's no turning back from here.

Day 9: Throwback

Here's a little something for all you Kraftwerk fans out there.