Fat Beats…. Check.
Pounding Bass…. Check.
Electro Synths…. Check.
Industrial Guitars…. Check.
Autotune…. Check.
Lyrics:
Chorus:
You are always playing the game
If you think about it you lose
You must tell someone when you loseVerse:
Listen up to what I am saying
There’s a game and you all are playing
You must keep it out of your mind
But if not I guess you will find
It’s something that you cannot refuse
If you think about it then you will lose
This is a tune where I poked that string quartet I keep in the corner to get them to play something eerie.
The title is derived from the fact that it is in the six tone symmetrical scale, and since it is the devil’s number, I needed something evil. The quote I used was pulled from that well known source of evil, the Bible. Ephesians 5:11 to be specific:
Take no part in the unfruitful works of darkness, but instead expose them.
The song is not exactly what you’d expect from me, but how anyone can ever know me and not expect the unexpected is shocking.
At the end of the day, it is nice to hear how evil a double bass, cello, viola and violin can sound without any distortion, overdrive or other modern audio magic (except the stuff that allows my macbook pro to sound like a string quartet in the first place).
Its all the same.
Once again I’m trekking home from some faraway event wondering why I even bother. Why do I spend all my time and money doing these things? Its not like I feel like part of the group. I feel like an imposter. Someone who is in the room, but not part of the group. Just a random acquaintance who hangs around.
I still have no one I’d call a friend. No one I’d call in the middle of the night if I felt like I needed to talk to someone. No one who I think would answer even if I did call.
I still have no direction. I don’t know what I want to do tomorrow, let alone long term. All my plans fall to pieces. It doesn’t matter what I do it has almost no effect on the wider world.
Atheist, christian, skeptic, school. Its all the same. I feel depressed and alone and useless, wondering why I even bother being social, or preaching the gospel, or writing songs, or doing anything.
I just want to feel comfortable and included – by I never am.
I just want to feel like I’m making a difference – but everything I do crumbles to dust before I can even start.
A little blues jam recorded with the help of Magic Garageband.
The title refers to the magic of garageband, and also to a completely unrelated current news controversy.
IMHO words are not racist, it is from the intent of the author/speaker that racism is defined. Obviously here I’m referring to the origins of the blues in the deep south…. especially Nawlins.
A bass solo.