*posts this track and then disappears from the internet for 100 years* 

This is a demo for February Album Writing Month. I sourced the lyrics from some discussions that have been going on on Twitter, especially about AI and deep fake, and a dude literally saying he might kidnap a women because he's a "nice guy" who can't get laid.


Lyrics

Have you heard? 
We don't need women anymore
We've got AI 
All those fingers and teeth, I don't mind...

Do straight men even like women?
If they say yes I don't believe them
Do straight men even like women? 
They're always trying to tell them blah blah blah 

Use the breath as an anchor, inhale, exhale, inhale...

Have you heard?
Women don't like nice guys
Maybe I should kidnap one
It'd be a nice prize
Do straight men even like women?
(A nice surprise)
If they say yes I don't believe them
(If she runs away I'll follow)
Do straight men even like women? 
(She's not allowed to say no)
They're always trying to tell them blah blah blah

Simmer in the experience of the right here, right now
whatever to-do lists exist, let them go

Pieces of me were lost long ago
Who am I, I don't even know
People always tell me what to say, what to do
Is that you? 
If not, who?
What will you do?

Turn up the volume on the right here, right now, observing the breath, in, out, in, out.

Do straight men even LIKE women? (FAWM Demo)

Here's side A of my cassetteon Wiener Records.  These songs are home recorded, one-takes, in my little tatami apartment in Tokyo, using looping and mostly 80s/90s toy Japanese synthesizers.  

Tracks:
Dandelion Souls
We Choose the Strangest Times to Fall to Pieces
Koto Cassette
Casio Hanami
Can I Dance Next to You?

Sake Amnesia Cassette Side A (out on Wiener Records)

Karibu Sana means "You're very welcome" in Swahili, and I want everyone to know you are always welcome in my home despite what my president says. This is the first song I made for FAWM (February Album Writing Month), and since the whole goal is to make 14 songs in 28 days, and I'm behind, I present a very rough demo.  The lyrics kind of speak for themselves.  I believe in free speech.  This is my free speech.  Made with a Kaossilator, an SK-1, a Casio SA-46, and a Voice Live Touch.  

Lyrics:
In my temple there are no borders
A shield from his fascist orders
Our souls are dry in these choppy waters
Sanity like a drunk it totters 
Pendulum punch, but our strength it solders

While I sleep, peace will you keep?
My love, your love we’re in so deep 

I want to move to Mexico
Live behind a wall of mescal and queso
America, you’ve never felt like you fit so
I’ll live as the other in cold Tokyo
Make freedom rhythms with my mokugyo

While I sleep, peace will you keep?
My love, your love we’re in so deep

Something tells me you’re going to drain 
The fight from us, by using pain
Police, tear gas, they’ll wear us down
But so does silence more than sound
Dreams made of paper destroyed in a flash
Like a sparkler, a whistle, a block of hash

Karibu Sana

Apologize for the $hitty mix, but in the spirt of FAWM (February Album Writing Month) just trying to get to 14 songs...so here it goes. (Maybe will improve later.)

When I first moved to Japan back in 2006 I remember being extremely amused by the grocery store, especially the animatronic singing/dancing vegetables. But even now, I find it so funny how different parts of the grocery store will have a boom box playing something special. The sample at the beginning of this track was next to the roasted sweet potato section of the store. Yaki Imo is always sort of associated with sound and music for me, as often trucks will cruise around neighborhoods with a jingle saying "yaki imo" sort of like the ice cream truck I grew up with in the US (although much healthier here I might add.) So I thought it would be fun to just work with this sample and make a weird little ode to sweet potato. Just a silly weirdo track for fun. Enjoy :)

Dancing Veggie Pop (FAWM Demo)

OK let's file this to: WTF. The thing I like about February Album Writing Month is I often take risks and do weird stuff I'd never do during the rest of the year. What I don't like about FAWM is that I often will spend way too much time on a track obsessing over weird stuff and then get listener fatigue and just throw up a really crap mix, but whatever, it's just a fun experiment. Spent so much time doing the samples and Casio bits that I just did the vocals in one take, so they're not perfect. 

I have this weird cassette I found somewhere called "Magic Music Mountain" that's a story about these people who all play different instruments getting letters from the Magic Music Man who has invited them to a party at 3 pm. It just sounds like this low-key nature rave, and I've always wanted to make a weird dance song with the cassette, but really never am motivated to do this kind of stuff normally. Anyway, this is the result :)

Magic Music Mountain (FAWM demo)

Blah blah blah, a weird track for FAWM about an experience on a train. Nothing I will probably ever touch again, but when you do February Album Writing Month it's all about weird explorations and experiments. 3/14 down...chipping away...

Cell Phone Face Off (FAWM Demo)

True story. Going to probably be one of my last tracks I make for February Album Writing Month this year. If you're the person I did this to, I truly am sorry, and it truly was an accident. Love from Tokyo XX

Context:
When I first moved to Tokyo, I was performing sort of this weird cabaret burlesque pop, and I did this sketch about the veggie man and how I liked his "vegetables." 

I was playing at this really awkward venue that wasn't suited for my performance, didn't have any homies in the audience, was practically naked up on the stage, and there's this sweet girl calmly eating her food with another guy and super into what I'm doing on the stage, and lo and behold, being the discoordinated beast of a person I am I ended up throwing a head of lettuce right at her head...and I think it was pretty hard. 

Meanwhile, I'm up on a stage singing a satirical song about a guy's mushroom, practically naked, wondering...do I stop the performance? What do I do? So I just went on with the show, and I don't know what happened to the girl. I think she might have just run out of the venue and never was seen again. 

Every now and again I'm just living my normal life, everything's fine, and then I think of that and just feel like the biggest piece of dog poop, and I just thought this story was a perfect metaphor for the weirdness of the human brain and how fucking awkward we all are, no matter how cool we try to look on social media. 

Thus this song was born!

I'm sorry I threw a head of lettuce at your head (FAWM Demo)

Track by Holly Lanasolyluna (Sush Neko Roll)--vocals, monotribe, kaossilator, Yamaha QR-10. February Album Writing Month demo, February 2020

Lyrics by the fabulous Joy Waller:
Consensual Nipple

This nipple is consensual, straight-up!

This nipple consents to Bohemian 
	low-budget photo shoots
	and cherry blossom Instagram filters!

This nipple consents to vegan whipped 
	cream, Nutella, raspberry jam,
	and sprinkles!

This nipple consents to rose-gold tweezer
	clamps with a matching vibrating
	chain from Don Quixote!

This nipple consents to being pinched hard!

This nipple consents to being pinched soft!

This nipple consents to being a polarizing
	symbol for basic human expression even 
	though honestly it would rather just mind
	its own business and chill out at home
	with a spliff and some kung fu movies!

This nipple is badass!

This nipple is genteel!

This nipple glorifies in wardrobe malfunctions!

This nipple turns a blind eye to weird-ass
	autocorrections like “muppet”
	and “Napoleon”!

This nipple is cool with being fetishized
	because honestly everybody’s got their
	kink and who’s this nipple to judge!

This nipple may or may not be coming soon
	to a movie theater near YOU!!



Feb. 22 2020
Tokyo, Japan

Consensual Nipple lyrics by Joy Waller (FAWM Demo)

This is my first solo track for February Album Writing Month. Just a soupy synth mess for your ears.

Missed Calls from the Moon (FAWM Demo)

This is a very rough mix of a track I did as a collaboration for FAWM (February Album Writing Month) with my friend Joy Waller, who wrote the lyrics. 

Recorded in my home studio in Tokyo.

Pleas to the Portraitist (FAWM Demo)

AKA Sushi Neko Roll. Lo-fi Synthologist in Tokyo and 1/2 of Santa Dharma band.

Casio/Yamaha/Suzuki hoarder, and solo looping artist based in Tokyo and traveling the world as much as possible. Thanks for stopping by.

Lanasolyluna

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