Made another song on-stream! This time using actual synths!!
Used: Elektron Digitakt, Moog Mother-32, Moog DFAM, plus some tweaking, arranging, and minor effects in Bitwig Studio.

Stream Song III

Welcome to Caldran.

Used to be a city, this. A real big one.

Then The Meteor came crashing down right in the middle of it.

Now it's a city again, but a fair bit less so than it used to be.

Up around the Rim is where most decent folk live. Less decent folk have made homes further in, along the walls and slopes of Crater Town.

Folk with no decency at all - if folk they even be - live inside The Meteor. Those ones are the Untold Others.

The Others are strange ones; ones that hitched a ride on The Meteor all those years ago, when she and our dear moon kissed.

Sometimes they come slinking out from their rock and make trouble for the less decent folk scattered around Crater Town. More rarely they manage to come all the way out and make trouble for the decent folk up in Rim.

But mostly they stay in their little world and we keep to ours.

Crater Town

Caldran Station

Covered one of my favorite Grizzly Bear tracks

Knife [Grizzly Bear]

My first monthly song of 2018! The Patreon prompt was "Eb min/C maj 7/Ab", so I used those chords (and some other ones)

They say that everything's better here.
They say there's nothing to ever fear.
They say that blue skies will dry our tears.
Everything is better here.

So don't you dare complain.
Don't you ever run away.

'Cause you know that everything's better here.
You know there's nothing to ever fear.
You know that blue skies will dry your tears.
Everything is better here.

They say that everything's better here.
They say there's nothing to ever fear.
Ignore the blood on the wall.
It's nothing at all, nothing at all.
They say that blue skies will dry our tears.
They say that strong arms will hold us near.
Ignore the red on their hands.
Ignore the blood on their hands.

Don't you ever run away.
Don't you ever, ever run away.

Better Here

April's Patreon Song! The theme was "a song inspired by a game". I mean, I guess a song about Kirby should probably have a happier sound than this though. Oops.

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I'm gonna fly away on a star someday.
I'm gonna fly away. I'm gonna fly away.
I'm gonna fly away on a star someday.
I'm gonna fly away. I'm gonna fly away.

Oh I'm changing by the hour,
understanding newfound power.
I'm a statue wrought of stone and falling fast. (Beware my mass)
I am crashing to the ground so move your ass. (If you wanna last)

Will it be you, Waddle-Doo?

I'm gonna fly away on a star someday
I'm gonna fly away. I'm gonna fly away.
I'm gonna fly away on a star someday
I'm gonna fly away. I'm gonna fly away.

Oh I'm changing once again
Yes I'm changing what I am
I've devoured Wheelie, now I'm feeling "tired". (Do you want a ride?)
If you try and stop me it's no nevermind. (Just step aside.)

Will it be you, Waddle-Doo?

Welcome to the fountain of dreams,
where all is at peace and we sleep so sweetly.
Welcome to the greenest of greens,
where whispy woods' leaves cut razor sharp and deeply.

Welcome to the fountain of dreams,
where all is at peace and we sleep so sweetly.
Welcome to the greenest of greens,
where whispy woods' leaves cut razor sharp and deeply.

He's got those lethal pommes,
those apple bombs;
the sin of man turned maximum
and semi-sentient, it seems.
Do your hollows dream,
or do they raise a Dyna-Blade from egg to titan Coo?
Right back at you.
I get an attitude when I lack for food so give me 
all of you --

that I might do what you do.

I'm gonna fly away on a star someday.
I'm gonna fly away.
I'm gonna fly away on a star someday.
I'm gonna fly away.

Outside of Me

Con Toda Palabra [Lhasa De Sela]

I wrote most of this like 6 years ago. It keeps being relevant though, so I thought I'd remake it. I hope I don't have to remake it again in another 6 years.

Would be real nice if state sanctioned violence against black people could stop.

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Teeth and bone and sticks and mud,
rain as wet and red as blood--
Oh lord, did you hear they killed a man
just for being, again?
Struck him down with rocks and iron til his
heart
stopped
beat
ing.

Cast him to the river's rage,
the silt became his breathing.
Oh my eyes, my ears cannot withstand
the horrors they're perceiving.

Face blue-black as the water we dragged him from.
Draw you up a gasp, aghast, and behold the swollen sum(a son!):
Teeth shattered as glass rim a black unspoken tongue -
A life once young, once free; now gone.

Now gone

Teeth and bone and sticks and mud,
rain as wet and red as blood--
Oh lord, did you hear they killed a man
just for being, again?
Stomped him down with badge and brawn
til screamingly he quiet lay.
This sunny and once-quiet day
cannot stay an ocean's rage

and rage. (rage, rage, rage)

Mask of agony, still worn in sightless ever-night.
Oh Lord, did you hear they killed a man,
cuz they just knew they had the right.

Oh Lord.

They just knew they had the right.

For Being

Still trying to learn guitar. This one is much less frankensteined than the last! Aside from the bass and backing vocals (because I have but one mouth and two hands) I played the whole thing in (very nearly) one go!

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I am not a liar.
Well, I'm partially a liar.
But mostly I’m an honest man.

I am not done dyin',
but i have been busy lying
on the ground and loaning
vital red to sand.

So save me
if you need a one to save:
I'll be here with my arms awide
awaiting for your kind embrace.

Lathe me
from a stump to something fine,
if you should have a need to dine
from things of beauty unlike I.

Lovely
I'll be lovely, babe.
if you let me.
if you let me.

Lovely
I'll be lovely, maybe.
if you let me.
bloodlet me.

I am not a killer.
Well, I’ve vanquished many insects.
But mostly I'm a harmless man.

I am not done livin'.
feels I've barely started giving
but I'm halfway to goner. 
Damn.

Have you seen the starlight?
It is beautiful and shining.
It has blinded me in contrast to the caves.

Never have I known a truth
so heavy as the tears that ooze
from troglodytic eyes exposed to day.

Something --
I'll be something fine,
if you hold me.
If you mold me.

Somehow,
I'll be something of value,
if you find me
and refine me.

So save me
if you need a one to save:
I'll be here with my arms held high
a-reaching for your outstretched hand

Lathe me
from a stump to something fine,
if you should have a need to dine
from things of beauty unlike I.

Lead me to the consequence
of kindness, I reluctantly
will follow and, begrudgingly,
I'll love.

I have not the confidence
of happy folk or leader-kind,
but I confess that I do know the pull.
I know the sway.

Salvage

our stove won't stop clicking so I made this

Ignition

Tried streaming some song-making yesterday. It went okay, I think! I fiddled with it for about an hour more after I stopped streaming, and this is how it ended up. 

Will probably definitely stream some more musickery in the future!

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