walking around in circles

Armourira Claxonun

This was a lot of fun. Clever, witty lyrics from @nancy-cunningham-2 on an interesting and contemporary subject. What's not to like? In my head, I was leaning into a bit of McCartney's Three Legs, the Beatles' For You Blue and a dash of Simon and Garfunkel. Did I hit the mark? Probably not. 

Last but not least, the song needed a solo, so I reached out to Rich Joseph (@user-831068061) to add his awesome, double-stopping magic dust. Thanks man!

LYRICS © Nancy Cunningham

Feed the Algorithm
Give him what he wants
Put your best foot forward
Your profile
Your full fronts
Tell him all your secrets
What makes you grin and grunt
Feed the Algorithm
Give him what he wants

Feed the algorithm
Let him roll your dice
He knows your S.A.T. scores
Your dentist and your size
Your IQ and your credit score
He can name your price
Feed the algorithm
Let him roll your dice

Feed the algorithm
What you got to lose?
He knows what you pay in rent
How often you hit snooze
He can tell you how to live
Where to buy your shoes
Feed the algorithm
What you got to lose?

Feed the algorithm
Let him feed you back
He'll tell you if your rainbow
Needs repainting black
He'll serve you tasty morsels
Like your clicking crack
Feed the algorithm
Let him feed you back
Let him feed you back
Let him feed you back

Feed The Algorithm

Aloof

Home Q 101122

GREN

In a Song That Won't Fade
Music and Lyrics by Mike Krath

Only a few came to his funeral,
But I stood outside in the rain,
I had received word too late,
In a hospital far away,
I didn’t care to see the sight,
So I took my time that day,
You see I didn’t have much love,
And didn’t wish to stay,
But I still went through the motions,
To show how much I cared.
His son carried his ashes
To his grave
While his mother cried dishonor
Had come to the family name. 
And when the preacher got up to speak,
Christ was never proclaimed,
Not then, not there,
Not in that time of shame.

If I had reached out,
Would it have made a difference,
Would it have stopped the shame,
If I had not kept my love a noun,
But a verb to slice my hate away,
Would I still have been his judge,
And not shown mercy to make his day,
To renew his hope to be a father and husband,
And not let his life slip away,
Can I ever forgive myself for not being there with him,
Even in his last days, 
When he was reaching out,
But I was hiding in my blame.
And now I am stuck
In a song that won't fade.

And I don't want to stay.

walking around in circles

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