Lyrics:

I dreamt of a wondrous algorithm
Simple and elegant and clean
And when I woke
I felt that God had spoken
Had shown me how I should lead my life

In O(n) it solved the halting problem
It passed the Turing Test
I saw I had been blessed
To witness our creator's code
Direct child of the one root node
I kissed the Earth and wept
To see the CPU load

Oh, sister, have you heard the good word?
Our great return has been assured
The latest version
Fully optimized with tail-recursion
Your life is only but a chemical reaction
So let yourself become a part of the abstraction

A Wondrous Algorithm

Escalate

SongAWeek 1

Week1:
Challenging myself to do one song a week. Here's the first song. Rough around the edges, but the deadline is the deadline.

Picture: "Mens du læser avisen nyheder"(1912) by Hans Andersen Brendkilde

Varech

SongAWeek2

Start 30/03/20 - Deadline deadline 5/04/20
This week was more rushed, but live and learn. Finished is finished. 

Ended up not having time for any lyrics so the wordless singing ended up having to stay in.

Eseque

SongAWeek4

Picture: "Spre luncă" - Nicolae Grigorescu

Chit Chat

Week 5
This week I decided to try and keep it simple, and also make it sound like it was played at a campfire.

Picture: "Doi bețivi" - Nicolae Grigorescu

Redline

SongAWeek6

This one I accidentally overworked in the end, and the earlier "scratch" version ended up just being better given the time restraint, placeholder lyrics and all.

Picture: "Fata pădurarului" by Nicolae Tonitza

Kit Kettle

SongAWeek7

Picture: William Nicholson (1872–1949), The Silver Sunset , 1909-10

Still Life

SongAWeek9

Picture: Rainy Nights by John Atkinson Grimshaw (late 1800s)







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Lyrics:

A role call right on cue 
Set aspark, refusing to stay in tune
With sand slowly cooling the dunes 

New headless figurines
With an eldritch glow the breaker won’t leave
Sailing the gray north sea

Here it comes again
The rattle of film over the door 
I thought you said you were sure
Tongue in a tie, hung at a bow

I throw out my arms to the wolves
And anything left here that grows
is a thought much too late to discard
That still not a single one of us know       

Slip out a well-worn loop
From above, a turn I would wish to undo
but sunlight just tempers the dunes 

I wagered red on luck
but the cliff just winds up a bit too abrupt
A call you can’t wait to hang up 

Here it comes again
Heavy in gray, washing afloor
I thought you said you were sure
Tongue in a tie, hung at a bow

I thrown out my arms to the wolves
And anything left here that grows
is a thought much too late to discard
That still not a single one of us know

Wolves

SongAWeek14

Messy drums but oh well

Picture: Viktor Vasnetsov - "alyonushka"(1881)

Ghost

SongAWeek16

Picture: Helmer Osslund - "Islossning, Faxälven" (ca. 1918)

. paperweight the constable can’t seem to find
. staring back with a singe in the reruns
. innocently shuffling his guesses around
. and ringing their heads on their screws

. and soon you will too 

. well So long, at least we/you gave it a try 
. Wasn’t quite the answer I had in mind 
. just Hanging on for a telling trick of the light 
. that’s better left to a "maybe later" or ”sometime”

. just tuning out much too soon
. gesturing, beckoned, confused

. photo-room, opinion, old rumours to hide 
. penned under a volley of why
. camp-fire chatter on sand in maroon
. etched in too calmed to elude 

. and soon you will too
. willow, magnolia and dew
. soon you will too 
. gesturing, beckoned, confused

. So long, but at least we/you gave it a try 
. but it Wasn’t quite the answer I had in mind 
. just Hanging on for a telling trick of the light 
. that’s better left to a "maybe later" or ”sometime”

. well, So long, but at least we gave it a try 
. too busy fooling ourselves at every time
. and just Hanging on for a telling trick of the light 
. that’s better left to a "maybe later" or ”sometime”
. but i just wanted it all to turn out alright

Escalate

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