on the outside again

all the papers say it's so

close your eyes, count to ten

open up, the numbers grow

nowhere to go

they won't stop

til it all sounds the same

they'll keep on

til they understand your brain

they know what it takes to make you

whip out that credit card and

pony up the cash for that

same old kitschy trash

feed the beast, they got us down

to algorithmic ATMs

take a last look around

before they bury all the gems

don't bow to them

they won't stop

til it all sounds the same

they'll keep on

til they understand your brain

they know what it takes to make you

whip out that credit card and

pony up the cash for that

same old kitschy trash

yeah im late

I’m out for two weeks, so I hope you like GarageBand projects. Even though I can’t be here, I can share some music, and luckily I had some room time before I left, so I cooked up this. It’s sort of a weird Industrial Gabber type of thing, featuring a guy narrating an extract of a T.S Eliot poem. There’s also some creepy bell arps and a chord progression. It’s er….interesting to say the least. Enjoy, hope to see you next week!

kitschy of me to ignore the theme

Love U ALL TRULY!!!