A Different Person in Another Lifetime

A song about a post-nuclear-apocalypse.

Samples taken from the 1964 film Fail Safe; Walter Matthau and Nancy Berg.

Dialog:
"What a thrill that would be. Knowing you have to die... to have the power to take everyone else with you... the mob of them with their plans, their little hopes... born to be murdered."
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"Face facts, Mr. Foster. We're talking about war. Every war, including thermonuclear war, must have a winner and a loser. Which would you rather be?"
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"That's the beauty of it."
"I've heard nuclear war called a lot of things, but never beautiful."
"People are afraid to call it that, but that's what they feel."
"The beauty of death?"

Lyrics
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I don't believe you.
I don't believe you.
You're not my friend,
And I don't need you.
I won't receive you,
And I won't feed you.
It's killing me...
You're killing me, too.

I don't know why you come here every day
And I don't care.
There's people after me,
They want my things,
They're everywhere. 

I don't believe you.
I don't believe you.
You're not my friend,
And I don't need you.
I won't receive you,
And I won't feed you.
You're killing me...
You're killing me, too.

Maschine Music Sampler

Angel Waste

A song from the perspective of the Id. 

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I am your inner animal.
I am your demon thought control.
I am your seething mental bliss.
I am still bleeding from your kiss.

And you can see it,
And you can breath it.
And you can't be it,
But you conceal it.

You can't control my boiling state.
I gave my sight to save my hate.
You can't control my animal.
I gave my life to save my soul.

I drown in you.

Your precious gems cannot contain
All the lies and all the blame.
Your precious mind cannot behold
All the lies that you've been told.

You can't control my boiling state.
I gave my sight to save my hate.
You can't control my animal.
I gave my life to save my soul.
You always tell me what to do.

Despite my fight...
I drown in you.

I drown in you.

Drown

The continuing battle between awful states of mind induced by guilt and selfish inclination.

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Day by day,
Night by night,
A formless fog of sacrifice,
A formless fog nowhere in sight.
Day by day,
Night by night.

Fine time you should leave
Gotta get away.
Fine time you should leave,
Don't care what you say.
Gotta fight, gotta fight,
Gotta get away.
Gotta fight, gotta fight,
Don't care what you say.

Day by day,
Night by night,
A formless fog of sacrifice,
A formless fog nowhere in sight.
Day by day,
Night by night.

Can't you be happy
Just this one time?
What you've done is yours,
What I've done is mine.
Forget the callous way I treated you.
Forget the innocence,
Forget what you do.

Cold sun fills my emptiness.
Cold light steals my innocence.
Night chill kills my dying seed,
Leaves me naked and in need.

Faith is greater than the sun.
Mind is spoken with this gun.
Faith is greater that the sun.
Head is broken with this gun. 

Cold sun fills my emptiness.
Cold light steals my innocence.
Night chill kills my dying seed,
Leaves me naked and in need.

Can't you be happy
Just this one time?
What you've done is yours,
What I've done is mine.
Forget the callous way I treated you.
Forget the innocence,
Forget what you do.

Cleansed

I challenged myself to make a song with only two audio samples - a techno drum loop and a synth loop. The rest is all the magic of editing and manipulation.

Lyrics based on a really strange and awful dream that took place simultaneously on the banks of the Colorado River in the desert north of Lake Havasu and an non-specific part of LA filled with strip clubs, homeless people, and churches.

I was being guided through the desert by an old man with a weathered face, wearing a mechanic's shirt with the name "Jose" on a patch over the front pocket. It was noon.

Three children we playing with a ball under a metal-truss railroad bridge. They were arrested by men in police uniforms and taken to a prison in Los Angeles.

One of them was hung in the street where a church faced a strip club. And when the rope caught, bread fell from the boy's pockets and the other two ran to grab it and eat it. 

Three priests rolled up in expensive cars and got out to observe the scene. The pointed, smiled, laughed. 

The sun turned black, though it still somehow radiated light and heat. It somehow felt hotter. A giant black snake appeared to wrap itself around the sun and blot out the light. 

The priests were still laughing.

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I talked to Jose today.
He wasn't very friendly. Anyway,
I asked, "Where ya' goin' to, Jose."
He said he was going south of L.A.
I saw my ship sailing to it's death.
I saw time freeze on the lower deck.
I saw three children playing ball.
I saw three children take the fall.
I saw one hang by his skinny neck.
I saw two feed on the others' death.
I saw Black Death riding three abreast.
I saw white crosses on their chest.
I saw Black Death riding three abreast.
I saw white crosses on their chest.

We're going South of Hollywood.

South of Hollywood

A song about serial killers... and world leaders.

Samples taken from a documentary about serial killers, name long forgotten.

Dialog:
"When Albert DeSalvo attempted to commit suicide, he probably closed the door to any resolution of the Boston Strangling."

"A human monster who had committed the crime of the century."

"Engaged in a grizzly ritual of mutilation and necrophilia."

"Drugging, keeping skulls in lockers, posing people who are dead that he killed for pictures, masturbating all over the place."

"Your Honor, it is over now. This has never been a case of trying to get free. I never wanted freedom. Frankly, I wanted death for myself. I know my time in prison will be terrible, but I deserve whatever I get because of what I have done. I have seen their tears, and if I could give my life right now to bring their loved ones back, I would do it. I am so very sorry."

"Hello?"
"Mama?"
"Who's this?"
"This is Wayne."
"Yes, this is mama, baby."
"Mama?"
"Yes?"
"I killed Dean."
"Oh god."


Lyrics
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Looking through their eyes,
I can see your smile.
I can see your need.
I can feel them bleed.
And I can't forgive
For the things you did.
You must be insane,
Killing in the name.

What would your mother say,
If she saw you today?
Would she see you and cry?
Would she want you to die?
And I can't forgive
For the things you did.
You must be insane,
Killing in the name.

Killing in the Name

Music from a different person in another lifetime.

Killing in the Name

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