This song is one of my least creatively ambiguous in its construction. It flowed naturally and never felt a frustrating something wrong, missing, or misdirected. Parts are omitted for the sake of this short impulsive rendition. 

It’s about winter sunlight, lunatic calm, fleeting philosophical satisfaction glossing a steadfast terminal morbidity, the absurd tragedy of smiling at a notional shared worldview when what’s communicable differs so much from what is perceived, post-suicide resignation.

You see feathers, I feel tarred

Existential brevity

This is my attempt at replicating the most distinctive parts of the track of a Doom PWAD I played or saw played once that's been stuck in my head ever since. I can't remember much else about it. I hope that by uploading it here someone might be able to identify the original!

I used the Signal MIDI composer web app to sketch this out https://signal.vercel.app/

Lost Doom PWAD track

Radiohead cover. Spent 20 minutes faffing about with Garageband and lost interest, this is the default dum track it laid down for me followed by two overlaid tracks of recording myself playing guitar and singing, the first aborting in a coughing fit.

Airbrag

Woke up with a composition in mind but too early to play anything. Occupied myself until a reasonable time but by then I'd lost the vision and could only remember the central melody, which wasn't much by itself. So I tried my hand at mixing multiple tracks on GarageBand.

08:01:2025, 10.52

08:01:2025, 11.14

Baby, come to me; I don’t want you anymore

It is to you
I sing this song
You the stranger
Who without guile
With a sad look
Smiled at me
When the cops came to take me away

It was nothing
But a drop of honey
But it warmed my body through
And in my soul it still burns true
As if it were a great sun

When you stranger
Come to die
When the undertaker
Comes by

Let him take you
Across the sky
& There eternal lie

Chanson pour l'étranger

Alternative rendition of the Killers All The Things That I Have Done

I’ve got a shoal but I’ve got no shoulders

Long ago when I was a kid
I had a fear of what rude words did
If ‘fuck’ came into my head
It’d stay unsaid

Now that I’m old and all that’s left
Is the so-called kinder, gentler left
I no longer waste my time thinking ‘shit’
But I’ll say it

meating

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