Drьzъkъ / Drŭzŭkŭ

submission for Weekend Composing Jam #6 hosted by Joe Chris (ScoringTech.NET) for Itch.IO October 2025

because I ditched my FA-08 export of WAV what i did was post-process it with MixCraft's instruments and when you do that, then the MuseScore version -does- closely align with the revised MIDI coming straight from Mixcraft it loaded the latter straight-up with all the closest things correctly chosen already.

Húrin Thalion Dragged Across Anfauglith / Brought Before Morgoth

The 54th vocal.

Lyrics:

HUMBLE PIE A LA MODE

The universe rewards focus but punishes attachment

When the tag line is 
It feels like time travel
And the travel is to the past
And is in every way better
You need to start 
Asking yourself at last
Some serious questions
Like why the fuck
Did things unravel
Why does the present suck

Are you living the dream
And lovin' the acceleration
Fast feels faster
Even as i breathe slower
Funny how that works
In fact my plucky concert-goer
They said they found
A cool way to monetize
Undermining the social contract

I don't know where to begin
But there was this university
Consisting of only admin
The creme de la creme
It was every admin's dream
And according to them
It was everything that it seemed

She and i were playing acey ducey
And righty tighty lefty lucy
Said don't be highbrow about the lowkey
And i said okey dokey
It's not like i could offend a Gen-Z

Having desisted from responding to me
She was silent for a bit
And so i said i'll speak
Since the frog in your throat has got you
If your judicial system fails on all fronts
No one will give a shit
About its abstruse ethical consistency
And they've a right not to

And she asked
Why don't i know about that
And i said now try not to quail
But i haven't studied your ignorance
In that much detail

The libs do find some real weird things
To fill that God-shaped hole in their heart
But she was nearly done with her repast
Having ordered a la carte

America is shut down 
And the president is skipping town
But the man who said so 
Is himself a dapper clown

She went on to say several things
Which drove me to distraction
But who determines what a crime is
If not through ethical abstractions

We lost the ability
To make women
Capable of being nice
And are at the mercy of foreign suppliers
Not only spies
But robots with uniform boob size
At an affordable price
A problem too intractable
For a pair of pliers

We finished out the rest of our meal
And nothing served so well as it should
To grease the conversation's wheels
But nothing tastes half so good
As being unemployed feels

Humble Pie à la Mode

A therapeutic journey into a mix of jazz, classical, and a blend of types of electronica.  And a wry, gradual observation that promotion tends to only go as far as you push it.  At least I make my fellow musicians laugh a little.

Drьzъkъ / Drŭzŭkŭ

Doug Stoothoff