What in THE HELL is this? I have no idea. I challenged myself to write something moderately challenging and unconventional as a solo piano piece. It was fairly menacing, which led to other menacing experiments with synths and programming. It proved far too difficult for me to carve out any particularly effective melodies, so I did my best to play off disconcertingly singsongy melodies against the dissonance of the music. Lyrically, I think it's some sort of stew of Luther, Donald Trump, Wes Craven, and whatever the hell is happening in Oregon today.
Undoubtedly, it's an unholy mess. But it's been making me feel VERY anxious and uncomfortable all week, so it must have some kind of power to it.
Oh, and for the record, I don't see ever doing much with this, but if I do, I want Patrick Ferguson to come sing it.
lyrics
if you squint, you can trace it in the moonlight
such a prize, I can chase it in the daydreams I've been
brewing in the bottom of this cauldron of a
heart-shaped fetid old swamp of memories
don't you think it's time for a new day?
from the slime to the sludge buy the jury and the judge
from the bottom of the lake to the city on the hill
this is my time my day snap you if you're in my way
time to earn these wages
call goes ship-to-shore
I've waited here for ages
I'm not waiting anymore
I never would've thought it'd be so easy
you left the door off the latch all the locks left to smash
I dunno why you think it's complicated
like the target in your bed like the bullseye's red
time to earn these wages
call goes ship-to-shore
I've waited here for ages
I'm not waiting anymore
so take a breath the hardest part is over
my fingers on your throat oh we've come so far
it's the kick in the crotch, it's the blow to the head
when all you ever wanted was to let go, let go
dreamed I was a prince in a lifetime long ago
well they gave me everything on a gold plate turned it all to
lead oh they hated me they dragged me through the mud
but I don't let it bother me, obviously
and now you see my name on the towers and the banners
and the barricades are there to keep your filthy hands off everything
that's mine all mine and if I squint real hard I can't see a bit of mud that covers
everyone and everything
time to earn these wages
call goes ship-to-shore
I've waited here for ages
I'm not waiting anymore
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