This was meant to be a noise track v.01

written for r/songaweek 2023 - week 13(Theme: Science)

-Digital Diamonds-

Press for success
So said Simon
Fans of the future
at their computers 
regular users
collecting digital diamonds

I'm dialed into an escape hatch
5 inches tall, 2 inches wide
It holds my gaze for days and days
It looks so bright. Nothing inside.

You do it too. So what's the harm?

It's on my nightstand. It's in my ears.
It's on the table. It's on the counter.
It's in my pocket. It's in my car.
It's in my hand. It's on my mind.
It can't be far
away

But I can put it down
anytime I want

Digital Diamonds

Selenic

Inspired by a conversation about the "Bonk" genre on Mastodon. Words by guitarsophist,@SrRochardBunson @ErickaSimone @keefmarshall on Mastodon. I hope I haven't left anyone out.

Bonk Not Bonk

*3rd Place at Fedivision 2024

[Verse]
I got clouds in my head and I’m feeling kinda dizzy. 
My eyes kinda hurt and my hair is all frizzy. 
This jacket smells bad and I stepped in something squishy. 
I’m feeling kinda hungry, so I gotta get busy.

[Verse]
Walking to the beat and everything is gritty. 
Boarded up houses but the gardens look pretty. 
Get with the crew and we start to get giddy. 
We’re drawn down the street by the promise of the city.

[Chorus]
I may fall today,
But I don’t need no confession. 
It doesn’t hurt to pray,
But I’ve still got my depression. 
Searching for some brains,
It’s kinda my obsession. 
I think it’s safe to say, 
All zombies go to heaven.

[Verse]
You can see the meat hanging out to dry. 
They think they’re safe and believe that lie. 
But behind their walls they start to cry. 
They see us coming and we won’t die. 

[Verse]
We are the hoard and we grow every day. 
Trying to make it in a world decayed. 
We can’t talk. Got nothing to say,
Paying the price that we all have to pay. 

[Chorus]
I may fall today,
But I don’t need no confession. 
It doesn’t hurt to pray,
But I’ve still got my depression. 
Searching for some brains,
It’s kinda my obsession. 
I think it’s safe to say, 
All zombies go to heaven.
All zombies go to heaven.
I may fall today,
But I don’t need no confession. 
It doesn’t hurt to pray,
But I’ve still got my depression. 
Searching for some brains,
It’s kinda my obsession. 
I think it’s safe to say, 
All zombies go to heaven.
All zombies go to heaven.
All zombies,
Go to heaven.

Written, composed, and performed by Jon O'Hare

All Zombies Go To Heaven

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Keep the Mask (if it helps)

Keep The Mask (if it helps)

Come on cheer up my lads
to glory we steer
and we will add another ship
to this glorious year 

To honour we do call you
as free men, not slaves
For who are as free as us
sons of the waves?
									
Heart of oak are our ships
Heart of oak
Heart of oak
Heart of oak are our men
Heart of oak
Heart of oak									

To our worthy forefathers
let's give them a cheer
To far off lands they didn't know
they courageously steered								
Through oceans unto deserts
for freedom they came
and dying, they bequeathed to us
their freedom and their fame

Heart of oak are our ships
Heart of oak
Heart of oak
Heart of oak are our men
Heart of oak
Heart of oak		

so come on cheer up my boys
to glory we steer
and we will add a pirate ship
to this glorious year 

Heart of oak are our ships
Heart of oak
Heart of oak
Heart of oak are our men
Heart of oak
Heart of oak

Heart of Oak

"Song Of The Sunken Sister" (Psychedelic Ballad) [Themed]

r/SongAWeek Submissions week 48 - Theme: The Sea

This is a tune about the waves of sadness and conviction which ebb and flow over me when contemplating gender and body dysmorphia. 

My name is 'Morgan' and I was raised by a single mother surrounded by 4 sisters. Morgan means 'of the water' and is itself suited to gender fluidity, given it's place on the mantle of either sex. 

This song captures the angst which wells inside of me when I grapple with my sexuality and gender and seeks to give the sister which is sunken inside of me her own voice to speak; this is something I do in my tunes often but rarely so explicitly. 

The rhythm is meant to evoke the lapping waves of the sea, thus the theme emanates throughout it. 


Lyrics: 

There is a story in the sheets
Folding in like wind through wheat 

You'll never hear it through
But you may learn a thing or two 
My sweet 

A storm is brewing out at sea 
The seasoned sailor never trusts tranquility 

For Stillness oft behaves 
Like an illness in the waves;
Unplant your feet 

Now comes a whisper from the Sun 
Listen dear sister you will see you're not the only one

For terror to succumb is not an error, 
it's the nature of the sum

There's always sunshine when you leave
And when you do I'll see this house gets furnishing 

No withered bill you save
Can pay your way back from the grave
My sweet 

There's always moonlight in your wake 
Your restful sleep informs the tributes I will take

Eternal as the winter
Find your lunar center soon for
heaven's sake

There is a secret in the song
A rare equation proving all can get along 

Unplant your worry wart
Hurry now dance and cavort 
Be free

Lock eyes with a stranger and say: 
"good day to you, how ya doin?"
Undermine the conventional way 
Of living life and wear a smile while you do it 

The devil's in the dust
The sun is coming up 
The moon reflects it 
Right back atcha

The sword is from the stone 
The queen is making scones 
And everybody's got a new 
Back-scratcha

I haven't found a way to live 
Without your smile upon me 
I cant enjoy a breath I give 
If I'm not thinking of you 

And in your better days
My memory will fade 
With me 

There is an ending in the mist 
It rends your heart like lips of lovers left unkist

It's taste is quite familiar
If you chase it mind the killer on
The beach

Here lies a sunken part of me; 
A thunken thought afraid it's mere facsimile 

I wonder why I always find her 
Where the air is sickly 
Sweet

In her final throws, she knows 
From coldness grows
the final flow 

(again);

In her final throws, she knows 
From coldness grows the final flow
of passing heat 

Where the wind is fragrant
and the wine is ever flowing 
Sickly sweet 

When the rise is ripe & new
And it's frightened thorns cut 
deep inside of you

Sunken in you must 
come begin again
my sweet

Sunken Sister I surmise a
geyser's rising as we speak 

no surprise when guise is lifted 
I find gifts fall at my feet

when my identity is true to me
will it reflect my speech?

trans-sistor radio
two dials, knobs &
show your teeth

~fin













Song Of The Sunken Sister

It's become a little tradition of mine that, whenever Christmas is at the door, I pick a well known and beloved (and often happy) Christmas tune, and I twist it around to turn it into something darker, slightly evil, and definitely more metal. This year, a friend came up with the suggestion to have a look at "Carol of the Bells", which is how this short and "sweet" tune came out. Hopefully I'll soon have enough of these tracks to put a Christmas EP out. Happy holidays!

As usual, everything was written and recorded using open source and free tools: Ardour, MuseScore, Hydrogen/DrumGizmo (MuldjordKit), sfizz, Calf, DragonFly Reverb, Virtual Playing Orchestra and others. All guitars were recorded using my POD X3 Live instead.

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