I made this for Bop Pop. This week's theme was "Space Western."

I'm picturing a space bounty hunter taking off in a spaceship to chase his rival across the galaxy.

Lyrics:
Starlit broad horizon, arced around my eyes
A skyline in 360, my new panoramic mind.
Requesting my savior, but he’s immutably detained
On the first day of the hunt, tell me that’s not strange.

I’m coming for you
And you’re coming for me
A rival's arrival
And my rates are steep
I’m coming for you
And you’re coming for me
A rival's arrival
And my rates are steep

Your destiny is death to me, along stardusty roads
An epitaph’s been etched in a black basaltic stone
On the south pole of the planet with the faint magenta glow
I’m ready when you’re ready, so y’know.

I’m coming for you
And you’re coming for me
A rival's arrival
And my rates are steep
I’m coming for you
And you’re coming for me
A rival's arrival
And my rates are steep

Our history is Greek to me, I hope you understand
I’m gunning for another bounty man.

A Rival's Arrival

I made this for Bop Pop, a weekly songwriting challenge. This week's prompt was "RAGE." 

The text is from chapter 4 of Cormac McCarthy's novel, Blood Meridian or The Evening Redness in the West. It's killer.

Excerpt from Blood Meridian or The Evening Redness in the West

I made this for Bop Pop. The theme was "On Time"

Lyrics:

i wonder how it got so hard to be myself for more than an hour
I’ve got a special power called disassociation in pursuit of sloth
I ignore my friends and I ignore my dreams
I ignore my phone and responsibility
And I’m late again
And I’m late again

I drift in and out of sleep in bed and astroproject to a time when I’m dead
And ponder infinity in the case of sheep, see them tumble see them leap
I don’t want to drift appropriately into a subconscious sojourn
I must stay up til 2 am again – I never learn
And I’m late again
And I’m late again
And I'm late again
And I'm late yeah

But now I'm on time

Now I'm On Time

I made this for Bop Pop. This week's theme was "Excuses."

Lyrics:

I'm so exhausted. How am I always so exhausted?
Now I have no time left for me, I'm spent
When you do it all for the ones you love
What do you do when that love is gone?
Love has lost all meaning to me now. 
It is something that I learned how not to have
I am weak and utterly alone. I can't think or sleep.
I can't breath. I'm afraid of being nothing
I'm afraid of wasting all my time and understanding nothing

When you do it all for the ones you love
What do you do when that love is gone?
Love has lost all meaning to me now. 
I don't feel good and I can't escape.
Nothing matters and I can't escape.
I'm ready to fly but I can't escape.
There's no excuse but I can't escape 
I can't escape

All I want to do is learn shit so I can make shit
Then I can have friends to tell me my shit
Is improving and I'm special and I'm interesting to them
I crave a leadership position, but I'm bereft of ambition.
When I met her at the party I said, I'm seeing a number of girls
She said, "be careful who you share your spirit with"
My spirit has since been stamped into a 2-micron sheet
Everybody gets a corner piece
In order to regenerate it into its original form,
You can't just wad it back up and call it new
You need to melt it with doping alloys and 
Control the freezIng temperature between +/-5° over a 6 hour period.
I stand before you without of ambition and imagination
Nothing is but what is not, a mere fantasy.
And yet I'm so exhausted How am I so exhausted?

When you do it all for the ones you love
What do you do when that love is gone?
Love has lost all meaning to me now. 
I don't feel good and I can't escape.
Nothing matters and I can't escape.
I'm ready to fly but I can't escape.
There's no excuse but I can't escape.
 I can't escape

Can't Escape

I made this for Bop Bop, a songwriting challenge. This week's theme was Resurrection. 

I wrote the lyrics, they were inspired by a character in The Crossing by Cormac McCarthy and also Radiohead.


Lyrics:

The murky vacuum of the astral plane briefly depressurized the nitrogen pockets in the cartilage of his jaw
At once, the pop was novel and quickening, at twice, the man’s eyes, one by one sucked from their slots, and dangled before him wet and strange
He dared not attempt to reseat the terrible tactile stems, but rather gaped at the split toppled horizon, rapidly disorienting the structure of the universe with each bounce
He intook air directly into his throat like a surfacing whale as the sky grew dim and colorless and then vanished forever

There are two colors in my head
There are two colors in my head

He arose from the cracked soil, true as any mycelium had ever manifested. 
For he was blind like a mushroom, so hatted like a mushroom, and now too deadly to man 
He swiveled his face to the setting sun by reptilian heat sense, jaw slacked like a monk in ancient prayer
And he marched, as the earliest beings had, to follow it.

Forbidden Fungus

I wrote this song for Bop Pop, this week's theme was "orienteering." 

Lyrics: 

I can’t navigate this god damn city
It must’ve bene built accidentally
And I don’t mean organic
I’m feeling manic
Every time I look at a map

South street runs east to west, but it’s south of north street 
Which I guess curves like a sine wave around major sights
My compass says I’m going north by West by northwest 
And I know that ocean avenue should run along the ocean 
But It’s skewed because the ocean is at the end of the road, 
And they got reclaimed land, which is the cool kind of land fill.  

I can’t navigate this god damn city
It must’ve been built accidentally 
And I don’t mean organic
I’m feeling manic
When I look at these god damn bus routes

The busses are always a random amount of late. 
Scheduled on the hour but two come at three thirty
The busses sometimes will blow right by you
If you don’t take off your hat and wave them down
I once chased a bus two city blocks
And only after yelling that they skipped my stop
Did the driver open the doors and acknowledge
The lack of cloud cover on this sunny-ass day. 

I can’t navigate this god damn city
It must’ve been built accidentally 
And I don’t mean organic
I’m feeling manic
When I leave my house in this god damn city

GOD DAMN CITY

I made this for Bop Pop, a weekly songwriting challenge. This week's theme was "Screamo." I'm not allowed to scream because I have roommates who are trying to sleep. So I got a sample and played with it.

Wilhelm Screamo

I made this for Bop Pop, this week's theme was "Dub Reggae." (Yes that's homestar runner imitating the windows startup sound))

Lyrics:

My heart's two stepping in my chest
I would not say that I'm obsessed
But you're accruing interest
and I cannot look away

Every night and every day
I'm picturing us growing gray
Listening to Some Dub Reggae
And sippin heads of tiki

ah haha hahey
Don't take me so serious
I'll remain mysterious
if you'll remain engaged

Dubble Bubble Toil and Trouble
I need an editor, i'm much too subtle
My jawline's filling up with stubble
My notebooks coffee stained

But don't i seem big brained
The Neural Network I've trained
Will tell me what to tell you babe
After the next refrain

ah haha hahey
Don't take me so serious
I'll remain mysterious
if you'll remain engaged

You're cute

Dubble Bubble

I made this song for Bop Pop, a weekly songwriting challenge. This week's theme was "Break."

Celestial Jailbreak

I  made this for Bop Pop, a weekly songwriting challenge. This week's theme was "Resolution." 

Lyrics: 

My father the recluse; philosopher king
Protected by an omni-capable queen
I always wondered how he gave her a ring
Consider here, the misspent lives I've seen.

All these whos and hows I never want to be
Generational trauma on a family Christmas tree
They'd wonder how we could ever end it.
My resolution is to mend it.


Studies bring my mind to a dullard's drifting doze
I wonder why I still wander these tomes
Philosophers babble on in indecipherable prose
Heidegger said existence is evinced by poems

But all this debt and labor and adulthood’s obduracy 
Won't afford an hour for divining true poetry
Time wonders how I could ever find it.
My resolution is to just write it.


There's too much to learn, you had better pick a lane
It's shameful to deign that a mind can be so claimed
Embedded with stains, and trivia it can't maintain
I'm corrupted, an idle ascetic becoming untamed. 

All this knowledge made me powerlessly free
Too pure for a Plato, too tired for Diogenes
I hope to god you don't turn out like me.

Or hope to whatever it is that we both believe.

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Celestial Jailbreak

Bayindir (2021-2025)