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| + | (Absolutely ancient Paraleisure-ish song (file is dated April 2003). Revived because I'm super into the Shivvers - and I think this could be a good fake Shivvers song. The Deck file was named "Sean's Wrock Song" - so yes, this title could be <i>more</i> stupid. The venerable Korg Poly-61 sings, while an over-processed guitar (at that point, it would've been an acoustic through a computer mic) carries the chords.) | ||
| − | == Lyrics == | + | == Lyrics & Music == |
| + | Lyrics written with Sam Lavigne using patented "Reverse Madlibs" technique | ||
| + | <pre> | ||
| + | tomorrow is not a hegemony | ||
| + | nothing i do changes this sorrow | ||
| + | together they deconstruct without me | ||
| + | the city myself, the morning the street | ||
| + | the arrow is almost ready for deployment | ||
| + | the time has come for me to deliver | ||
| + | i help/lead the taxi on the way to the sea | ||
| + | everyone agrees this concrete becomes me | ||
| + | the local invention was of little use | ||
| + | the/that morning conspired with others desires | ||
| + | around the city they ceased to believe | ||
| + | the words still hang on a western wall | ||
| + | the make belief was a worthless muse | ||
| + | the hope continued careening | ||
| + | my next plans matter little now | ||
| + | we extracted less from the tomorrow land | ||
| + | |||
| + | will you join me in the deceitful property law | ||
| + | your story is naturally occurring | ||
| + | the soiled show isn't the end of the world | ||
| + | with each passing day my sex fantasy increases | ||
| + | with each surrender my one-man corporation retreats | ||
| + | i embezzle the bait and set the trap | ||
| + | luckily we cured the disease | ||
| + | you kissed me in the clustered water | ||
| + | </pre> | ||
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| + | [[Image:Clusteredwater.gif]] | ||
== Author's Notes == | == Author's Notes == | ||
(in progress) | (in progress) | ||
==Comments== | ==Comments== | ||
Latest revision as of 23:25, 13 May 2007
(Absolutely ancient Paraleisure-ish song (file is dated April 2003). Revived because I'm super into the Shivvers - and I think this could be a good fake Shivvers song. The Deck file was named "Sean's Wrock Song" - so yes, this title could be more stupid. The venerable Korg Poly-61 sings, while an over-processed guitar (at that point, it would've been an acoustic through a computer mic) carries the chords.)
Lyrics & Music
Lyrics written with Sam Lavigne using patented "Reverse Madlibs" technique
tomorrow is not a hegemony nothing i do changes this sorrow together they deconstruct without me the city myself, the morning the street the arrow is almost ready for deployment the time has come for me to deliver i help/lead the taxi on the way to the sea everyone agrees this concrete becomes me the local invention was of little use the/that morning conspired with others desires around the city they ceased to believe the words still hang on a western wall the make belief was a worthless muse the hope continued careening my next plans matter little now we extracted less from the tomorrow land will you join me in the deceitful property law your story is naturally occurring the soiled show isn't the end of the world with each passing day my sex fantasy increases with each surrender my one-man corporation retreats i embezzle the bait and set the trap luckily we cured the disease you kissed me in the clustered water
Author's Notes
(in progress)
