Of course ethical egoism works-- why shouldn't it work?

Lyrics:

I do what I want when I want to do it
I kill if I'm ill, if it gets me through it
I smoke all the drugs and I have my babies
I take what I don't have and I waste what you give me

I do what I want when I want to do it
If no one looks, then cook the books
Ayn Rand made me do it
Red ticker and you've lost it all for your family
I take what I don't have; it doesn't mean shit to me

And isn't this just how things go?
You lecture the sinners
But forgive the winners if they have enough to show
And who needs other people anyway?
Oh, merciless is power
Weakness is a coward without even a voice to say...

I do what I want when I want to do it
And sung not long your nubile song
I'll help you to sing through it
Well-respected, privileged man...
What have you done?
You gave them all of your love
And they turn and they turn and they...

Isn't this just how things go?
You lecture the sinners
But forgive the winners if they have enough to show
And who needs other people anyway?
Oh, merciless is power
Weakness is a coward without even a voice to say...

I DO WHAT I WANT

I do what I want when I want to do it
I do what I want
I do what I want when I want to do it
I do what I want
I do what I want when I want to do it
And who needs other people anyway?
I do what I want when I want to do it
I do what I want
I DO WHAT I WANT
I DO WHAT I WANT
I DO WHAT I WANT
I DO WHAT I...


i do what i want when i want

I Do What I Want

This song is about Rainbow Horses Species Dysphoria, and crawling into an orange horse quad-suit and never coming out again. FOR REAL, THOUGH.

Lyrics:

If He exists, God makes mistakes frightfully often
For what excuse could justify a thing like me?
To make a happiness so base, so strange, so painful
Lest any other could enjoy it just like me

(It's a new dawn, put the suit on)

And misery begets in all a certain madness
When what is seen and what is felt there lies divide
"Please kill me pretty," I would beg the sky, in wonder
But nothing happens, so I give another try

Please forgive this, please forgive this
I'm a mess, it's all a mess
No I don't think I'll outlive this

Man, you don't understand the hand that I've been dealt here
So complicated, but as simple as can be
Please, somebody stop this
If I can't get what I need...

(The only thing I've ever wanted, the only, only thing I've ever really, really wanted, orange horse, orange horse, I wanna be an orange horse, from the country, picking apples with so many friends--)

[squeals of the damned]

Orange Horse

So this track has been mixed again, and hopefully your dear, sweet heart finds it much improved. I like it, anyway. But what do I know?

Lyrics:

My whole mouth was filled with blood before I had a say
And sometimes even the soft-hearted snap and then start to look for prey
And hiding in the snow
The foxes watch to see where they'll go, so
Little rabbits, don't dally
Just make your way home

Don't hurt me...
... don't make me.

(Mother, I do not need your help. I can take care of myself.)
(No I must not love you so. God, you're just so perfect, though.)

"Victims are what we make them," he said, red all on his face
But still they go wandering away from the burrow to settle their own pace
And inching closer, marveling at my pointed ears and fangs
The duet is sung and it's old as sin
Just pick your proper phrase:

Don't hurt me...
... don't make me.

My whole mouth was filled with blood
I think I liked the taste
...
So chewing my fingers and biting my lip
I think I found my place
Hiding in the snow
The fox will watch to see where you go, so
Little rabbit, don't dally
Just make your way home
He whispers,
"Little rabbit, just make your way home."

NEW MIX: An Essay On Victims And Victimization (A Tale Of Foxes And Rabbits)

Hello friends. It's been a long while, and perhaps you thought I had perished in the heartless oblivion of Time. But no, I have merely finally finished one of those harrowing "across the country" moves everyone is always going on about, and every soul-sucking, awful thing that goes along with it.

To get back into the swing, I decided to participate in FAWM (February Album Writing Month). I did not really succeed at the "14 songs of length 1:30" goal, but I wouldn't consider this a failure either. I put together 8 (somewhat problem-ridden) demos in 1 month, and meh, I like them... ish. Maybe you will too. Enjoy as much as you see fit, and as much as you find possible.

Under Me, Over Me:

You had to get a moving target
That you found you could never hit
I thought so sure that you would split
But for some reason you stayed
And stalling on a path to take
You found yourself a stale mate
Who pries a fix off what you'll fake
If you don't switch-hit
I'll get what I can take

But it won't be enough
To fill that brain stem up
I'm not a play-dead pup
Can't fill that brain stem

Oh, when it comes
It's a wave, then it's gone
Flowing back into hues
So unlikely to please you

This curse, it's been getting worse
'Cause what's a core-us with only just one vers?
Seems your 'try it once' was my rehearsal
I'll monologue to stay

Oh, when it comes
It's a wave, then it's gone
Flowing back into you
Underwhelmed and confused if you're
Under me, over me, love
Under me, over me, love
Under me, over me, love

Wonder why you've been moping around
Found a nice boy who just can't settle down
Water rising, refusing to drown
Patience waits for the kingdom and crown
Fuck myself and go wandering downtown

It's as boring as it sounds

And this is not enough
To fill the brain stem up
I'm not a play-dead pup
I can't just make it stop
I can't just make it stop
Pushing under, over me, love
Under me, over me, love
Under me, over me, love
Under me, over me, love

Under Me, Over Me

Your mother can only assure you that you are ugly so many times before you develop a mythos about cosmic gods wiping out all of humanity without even trying.

HPL:

When your father lost his head
You had turned to words instead
And the faceless ate your sleep
Formless monsters, settled deep
And your mother lost hers, too
Writing letters in bed to you
When her soul departed ill
Stolen fast by the whip-poor-will

And a thought can destroy you
This is no idea of yours
To the Great Beasts a toy, you
Reveal what's beyond the door

Should we feel so mighty in
The infinite context given?
There is no sacred human law
That escapes such a boundless maw
Folks from Dunwich will catch a chill
Hear the laugh of the whip-poor-will

And a thought can destroy you
This is no idea of yours
It was here long before

I Am Part of the Problem:

There's no topping this
The kind of happiness you feel when you finally are alone
You said I should spend some time
Figuring out myself
As if you knew a goddamn thing about
Seeing anybody else for what they really are
As another awful slur escapes your mouth
In response to me
And exactly what I believe
My blood is boiling, begging for release

Maybe I should use my voice
Maybe I will be heard this time
But you take it as another noise
Shove it off and into nothing
Left polite and smiling, silent

I love you so much I stay silent

Trying to reminisce
I'm forming up a list
Even five years ago was not like this
Everything you say
It has a special way of digging right into my fucking brain
No, this shouldn't be
We should be happy that we have everything we need
But you're trying to make a war
To make it like it was before
God forbid a black man go knocking at your door

So I try to raise my voice
Maybe I will be heard this time
Are you fucking kidding me?
This is really what you believe?
I stay polite and smiling, silent

Should love you too much to stay silent

I Am Part of the Problem

"Man, this guy's pretty pretentious, huh? Next he'll be throwing in barely audible Alan Watts quot--.... oh."

Lyrics:

It's an aching
Hungover
From the top to the base of the spire
Like hell, you would ever find it out
Catch me catching myself on fire
And you will never know
And they will never know
'Cause I just barely know what the hell gets me higher
I'm down, but you know I'm not out
'Cause I'm raising with the rest of my ire

And this is not a test
This is not a test
If it were a test we would be failing
And everything you are
Everything you are
Everything comes back to what's been ailing you
Think you got it out?
You sure you got it out?
You finally let it out with the rest of your ire?
Like hell you could ever get it out
'Cause it's fueling the rest of that fire

It's a pounding
Foot forward
Back's twitching with the hands moving slower
All it takes is a couple of shakes
'Cause it doesn't take much to take over
And this is not a fault
No, this is not a fault
No, this is just the way that the hardware is wired
It's a bitch if you think that the conditions are
Perfect for the rest of the riders

You're taking up your arms
Taking up your arms
Even though your arms are for embracing
Your friends and enemies
Friends and enemies
Really are the same in different casings
The rhetoric's annoying
The rhetoric's annoying
It's pretty damn annoying when idealists aspire
Yet still, there will be no peace until
There is heart in the heat of the fire

I could entertain
I could entertain
I could spin you tons of cosmic bullshit
To make you feel in line
Make you feel fine
Make you feel like this might be worth it
But never was a tribe
There never was a tribe
There never was a tribe that didn't divide us
I know, but I'll never let 'em go
Subtle things that I think will unite us

And quiet as a mouse
Quiet as a mouse
Quiet as a lifelong passion unspoken
When everything we are
Everything we are
Everything comes back to something that's broken
You think that you're alone
You sure that you're alone?
You know that you're alone with the rest of your ire
My friend, there could be another end
With some heart in the heat of the fire

You Don't Understand You Are It

2:30 AM school night kiddos holding out their hands to shoot out their Great Big Beautiful Inside Self out in an explosion of art and love, but then, oh fuckles, it's all wrong, nothing but impotent half-ideas and post-fantastical wanting-to-dies. I know.

Lyrics:

All this
Lightness
You are neither
Best nor brightest
Say it
Slowly
"God loves you"
It leaves you lonely

Ever after
You knew was never true
But hard-found laughter
Just seems unfair to you
These late nights spent
Feeling anything but human
Plotting ways to give out
All the love you've made

It's dreamer's folly:
Vision without skill
They're calling:
"Your life matters!"
Prologue to the freeway splatter

Ever after
You knew was never true
But hard-found laughter
Just seems unfair to you
These late nights spent
Scrawling stupid ugly nothings
Like they could explode enough to light the world

(all this lightness
seems to spite this)

Ever after
You knew was never true
But hard-found laughter
Just seems unfair to you
These late nights spent
Feeling anything but human

I know...

All This Lightness

Nobody hurts this guy! Nope. Go sports thing! College girls, right? Fuck bitches, get money. Don't get the help you need because you are better than it. Never love nobody sincerely. Die alone. Cool.

Lyrics:

Your friends pop by to see you but they cannot find you
'Cause you're hiding in the closet
No, literally-- in your closet
Overwhelmed by the idea that
Your victimhood will not be understood by them
And you are probably right
Oh, hell

Try to keep it cool
You've got your straight man swagger maintaining
Nobody at school
Could guess the thoughts that you're entertaining
Rather just forget
But all your frat abuses remind you
You were just a kid
When they broke what good was inside you

Your friends pop by to see you but they cannot find you
'Cause you're hiding in your closet
Tangled up in all your bedsheets
Overwhelmed by the idea that
Your perfect love is someone who will never touch you
Be a friend and never touch you
Oh, hell

Alex, get some help
(this ugly world)
Nobody should blame you
But we both know they will
(this ugly world)

Alex, get some help...

Alex, Get Some Help

Spoilers: They hurt you

Lyrics:

There's a small space
Between here and the ground
Mice are crawling
Your breath hot on my face
Men are shouting
My heart's skipping each time
You, my brother
Whisper softer than the dead

They won't hurt us
Though they are circling down
They can't hurt us now

And my body's slick with fright
Shaking hard, you hold me steady
Never been quiet in my life
Oh, they tear up and call us dogs

There's an opening
So it appears in your eyes
Let's go running
Wild into the winter
You're behind me
Though you're faster, I know
And like thunder
Metal tearing through the trees

They won't hurt us
Though they are circling down
They can't hurt us now

And when I stopped you weren't there
Shaking hard, I couldn't feel it snowing
The night is blackness everywhere
Oh, they lap our blood and call us dogs

They can't hurt us
Though they are circling down
They can't hurt us

They Can't Hurt Us Now

"The moment, you see, you hypothesize that you are different from the universe, you want to get one up on it. But if you try to get one up on the universe, if you are in competition with it, it means you don't understand you are it. You think there's a real difference between self and other. But the Self-- what you call Self, and what you call Other, are mutually necessary... Just a magnet polarizes itself in north and south, but it's all one magnet, so experience polarizes itself in Self and Other, but it's all One." -Alan Watts

[instrumental]

Inside My Head Now (Where I Should Be)

This piece was an experiment in combining live sound with pre-recorded sound. Not a new technique by any means, but new to ME.. Sounds kind of washy, being that the concert hall was hella reverb-laden, but... what can one do?

Listen to all that nonsense! Man, I love little noises.

Burning Out, Wearing Thin

A dog has barked for 6 hours straight and I've lost my mind... the song.

Lyrics:

I am going to kill your dog
I am going to kill your dog
I don't mind killing your dog

I will kill your dog

Animalia
Chordata
Mammalia
Carnivora
Canidae
Canis
lupus
familiaris

Adeo ne hominem immutare ex canis ut non cognoscas eundem esse?

I am going to kill your dog (It's a bad dog)
I am going to kill your dog (It's a bad dog)
I don't mind killing your dog (It's a bad dog)
(It's a bad dog)

This means war, excuse for a wolf (It's a bad dog)
Man up now, this one's to the death (It's a bad dog)
I've waited all my life for (It's a bad dog)
Some silence while I'm working (Not a good dog)

Bad Dog, Worst Enemy

It's like when you are the worst person you know and then the best person dies and you're like, "I call shenanigans."

Lyrics:

You said it was unclean
And never spoke to me again
I never shared my secret smile
With anyone else after that
You were a saint with your golden heart
You just couldn't stop giving
But fates all move intent to disappoint
And speeding cars, they are rarely forgiving

Speechless
And it feels like murder
Our tongues
Countless years in development
So much for all these words we made to describe our perception

Your mother was a statuette
Frozen there in the front row
I quietly sat down in the back
I always made her uncomfortable
What fatal sin had you committed that so had you killed?
Or is it really all supposed to be this way?
With creatures like me, skulking, blasted from the night before
As senseless shadows reap the innocent, adored, and

You said you would love me dearly
Did not, once you saw me clearly
And now all your good works and travels
Will stay, stuck, stationary, as your tissue unravels

Speechless
And it feels like murder
Our tongues
Countless years in development
So much for all these words we made to describe our perception

All these words... (What do you call this?)

All These Words

EDIT: There is a new mix of this song here: https://soundcloud.com/thesoundandtheponies/an-essay-on-victims-and-victimization-a-tale-of-foxes-and-rabbits

There is imminent-but-hidden peril and are you sure you're running away from it? Are you sure it's not you?

Lyrics:

My whole mouth was filled with blood before I had a say
And sometimes even the soft-hearted snap and then start to look for prey
And hiding in the snow
The foxes watch to see where they'll go, so
Little rabbits, don't dally
Just make your way home

Don't hurt me...
... don't make me.

(Mother, I do not need your help. I can take care of myself.)
(No I must not love you so. God, you're just so perfect, though.)

"Victims are what we make them," he said, red all on his face
But still they go wandering away from the burrow to settle their own pace
And inching closer, marveling at my pointed ears and fangs
The duet is sung and it's old as sin
Just pick your proper phrase:

Don't hurt me...
... don't make me.

My whole mouth was filled with blood
I think I liked the taste
...
So chewing my fingers and biting my lip
I think I found my place
Hiding in the snow
The fox will watch to see where you go, so
Little rabbit, don't dally
Just make your way home
He whispers,
"Little rabbit, just make your way home."

An Essay on Victims and Victimization (A Tale of Foxes and Rabbits)

Music meant for continuous looping while you achieve the American dream by shopping yourself into debtors' prison.

Cashier number ONE, please.

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