Name: Deconstructive Feedback by Joshua Jones
Duration: 6 min 3 s
Description: This drum and bass style track was made with nothing, but feedback. I plugged an output on my mixer into an input which created a feedback loop. I then manipulated the weird noises it generated into drum and synth type sounds using a mix of compression, EQ, pitch adjustment and shrinking/cutting the wave forms.

Born from nothing, came these four
Fire, Earth, Air and Water

The World of All born far before
Beings open to righteous slaughter

Patricians molded into priests
Farmers demonised to beasts

The Ram of Fire coralled these three
All Elements must submit to thee 

Out of nothing came the Void
And from it came darkest Pariah
Shulk his name, master of Material Plane
Paladin of Souls, paradox of Fire

From his sovereign plane he watched
Pyres for dissidents, Pits for the Damned

No place for those unincumbered souls
Trapped in Urns, cuffed to Rams

Anger flared in immaturity 
Desperation to set them free

What was he, born from nothing
Heroic Protector? Dilligent defector?
His blood was chaos, body of anarchy 
Yet liberty of soul, priceless gift to thee

He vowed to free those tortured souls
Bondage in death would no longer hold

To break the chains of those before
he plunged the world
into eternal war


Compounded 
Surrounded
Subdued
Old had won
His day was done

Voice ripped away
Mind has been broken
The War is Lost

Voice ripped away
Mind has been broken
World has been silenced despite his defiance

Voice ripped away
Mind has been broken
The World remade to Fire again

Voice ripped away
Mind has been broken
Void is cast into the Great Unknown

Shulk don't forsake us all.

Into The Void: The World Of All

Caressed In The Rat's Nest

Born Messiah
Order's Pariah
Come to see the mess we've made

16 billion Eyes are watching
16 billion hands unused

Bitter sadness covers his face
To view what little we have done

Loyalty to those unworthy
No more value lies under this sun

Modern Sodom greed unwieldy
No aid for the poor and needy
You have let the wicked lead us
When these Kings should beg for their lives beneath me

Beg

Wash away your sin
King of King of Kings
Tremble on your palaces of smoke
Embrace Death in pillars of salt

That Throne placed proud
Capricious crowd
Fools for fealty
Covet the guilty

Houses of Hubris
Gardens of Guile
Those egos attentive
Vacuous and vile

No Creed to follow, No place to go
Lacking a crest, Inherit no home
The life of a vagrant, freedom to lead
That noble shepherd, must usher the weak

Trust in Beggars, defile the crown
Soiled are the clothes, of Monarchs and Clowns
Kiss his lusted encrusted rings
Cursed is the court of Cowards and Kings

Savior finds discarded son
Weeping at his father's door

No Patriarch to take pride in this boy
Turning from blood ties is his only choice

Taught to cast emotion away
Pressured to prosper by masking pain

You have stretched him thin to breaking
This void of sadness is your own making

Claim him Messiah
Turn him into ice and fire
Corrupt regimes
Despots and schemes
Fear these souls of servitude and ire

Ace of spades
Enjoys the view
Two of clubs
a culture of you

The quiet needy culprit
without stipend or rings
shows wisdom in droves
Makes halfwits of Kings

Homeless yet hopeful
Sorrow yet soulful
Abandoned and banished
Cast out to the void

No Creed to follow, No place to go
Lacking a crest, Inherit no home
The life of a vagrant, freedom to lead
That noble shepherd, must usher the weak

Trust in Beggars, Defile the crown
Soiled are the clothes, of Monarchs and Clowns
Kiss his lusted encrusted rings
Cursed is the court of Cowards and Kings

He has blessed the few
Laid his fury on you
Crumble to your knees
Ravagers of Souls

Walks into view
Pillars and pyres 
Paupers and peasants
Impaled on spires

Justice and Jury
Fire and Fury
Cross the line
Divine

Messiah

He enters the throne room
followed in droves
A hoard of stallions
Fillies and foals

His corneas capture
the cries of despair
Crushed under hoof
their bodies lay bare

Jewellers and Jailers
Enlisted Kingmakers
The tables have turned
The blue-collared nightmare

His eyes glint like stars
The passion of Mars
His knuckles turn red
on completion of task

No Creed to follow, No place to go
Lacking a crest, Inherit no home
The life of a vagrant, freedom to lead
That noble shepherd, must usher the weak

Trust in Beggars, Defile the crown
Soiled are the clothes, of Monarchs and Clowns
Kiss his lusted encrusted rings
Cleansed is the court of Cowards and Kings

Coffins now home for Kings
Queens are weeping barely sleeping
The lepers and vagrants
settled at last

No Ruler or ruled
have and have nots no more
The soil is gentle and warm
Earth lets loose the softest of roars.

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This drum and bass style track was made with nothing, but feedback. I plugged an output on my mixer into an input which created a feedback loop. I then manipulated the weird noises it generated into drum and synth type sounds using a mix of compression, EQ, pitch adjustment and shrinking/cutting the wave forms.

Deconstructive Feedback

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