Part of my album in progress, "The Marks It Makes." (https://soundcloud.com/lauraconverse/sets/the-marks-it-makes-solo-piano)

Creating this piece gave me the idea for the album as a whole.

A New Home (piano solo)

EDM meets film score meets avant-garde in this trippy concept album. All tracks and parts written, arranged, performed, and produced by Lurm.

A New Normal

I Don't See Any Of It

Wave Function Collapse

Convergent

Generative

Timing Is Everything

This Is For You; This Is For Me

Lyrics:


Yesterday I felt strange 
It’s not exactly like I was in pain 
But I tried to tell a story but it wasn’t quite right 
No it wasn’t quite right 
I just couldn’t get it right 

It’s like something in my history had changed 
And I couldn’t put my finger on its name 
I meant to let it go but it stuck with me all night 
I was thinking all night 
kept me up the whole night 

what? 


Well I got up feeling more or less the same 
And I’m really getting tired of this game 
I’m reading letters that you sent me and it doesn’t quite fit 
It just doesn’t really sit 
not sure what’s so off with it 

It’s like your shadow and your body don’t match 
Or like a house where all four walls don’t quite attach 
Or a rotten wooden staircase where the steps are not aligned 
It’s been stuck in my mind 
gotta leave it behind 

What? 

‘Cause to know is to forget 
I can change the truth 
‘cause what’s true isn’t over yet 

And to keep pretending 
Keeps me slipping 
deeper into debt 

To know is to forget 



Yeah, to know is to forget 
I can change the truth 
‘cause what’s true isn’t over yet 

But to stop simulating 
Takes deleting 
Things I thought were set 

To know is to forget 


Gotta get rid of this by tomorrow 
Gotta get rid of this by tomorrow 
Gotta get rid of this by tomorrow 
Gotta get rid of this by tomorrow 


Things will be different this time tomorrow 
Things will be different this time tomorrow 
Things will be better this time tomorrow 
Things will be better this time tomorrow 

To know is to forget.

To Know Is To Forget

Lyrics:

Every morning I make the bed 
"Messy bed, messy head!" I’ve always said 
My china’s finer than you find in any diner 
I alone am my very own interior designer 

I got every little thing just so 
Because I know how all of it should go 
So what? I didn’t go to college? I’m the center of all knowledge 
Think you know a thing that I don’t think? Hello?! 



I built this house 
And I will die in this house 
Nothing can enter this house 
Nothing comes out of this house 

I built you into this house 
And you, and everyone I ever see 
And if you’re in this house, 
Well, then: you answer to me. 


What do you think I do all day? 
Just sit around and waste away? 
Nah—I’m strong, and I’m intense 
One time I even asked a man to paint my fence 

I see people walking down the sidewalk where I live 
But where are they going? No direction! No objective! 
Not like me: I’ve got holy goals 
I’m busy listening, unlike those sorry souls 


I built this house 
And I will die in this house 
Nothing can enter this house 
Nothing comes out of this house 

I built you into this house 
And you, and everyone I ever see 
And if you’re in this house, 
Well, then: you answer to me. 


Also I read the good book every day 
Pardon me; the “best book” is what I meant to say 
'Til my thoughts become the thoughts of God 
He commandeth that you smile and nod 

And when I read the best book in the morning 
Every phrase reveals a warning 
That I alone can deliver to you 
About the things you must no longer do 



I built this house 
And I will die in this house 
Nothing can enter this house 
Nothing comes out of this house 

I built you into this house 
And you, and everyone I ever see 
And if you’re in this house, 
Well, then: you answer to me.

Closed House

Hello?

Experimental, compositional, prog rock, whatever. My music must be some kind of genre.

Lurm

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