I can’t believe that you and I

Have never seen a bright blue sky.

And yet I sit and wonder why

You are a light within my eyes.

Mole people underground,

Many of us around

And yet I feel so blue,

You’re so high up, I’m beneath you.

Mole people underground,

We are less sight than sound,

Yet your charm still shines through,

You’re so high up, I’m beneath you.

We are deep within the Earth’s crust,

But still it never feels unjust.

No matter if life brings disgust,

‘Cause after all, I still have us.

Mole people underground,

Many of us around

And yet I feel so blue,

You’re so high up, I’m beneath you.

Mole people underground,

We are less sight than sound,

Yet your charm still shines through,

You’re so high up, I’m beneath you.

It started off as a pretty normal, full on sidechain piece, kind of chill, but then it goes a little weird, largely after finding out how dissonant some of these samples are. I didn't have the full 2 hours, more like 45 minutes, so i didn't really want to ditch the samples and instead have to look for more, so i just went with what i had. It kind of makes it spooky psychedelic, but that's sample layering for ya. Enjoy!

a very minimal, very Moby, very stripped down industrial 90s-early 2000s Spoken Word house track. Inspired. By. Homer. Simpson :-)))) Love You all, so grateful for this awesome and amazing community <3 :-)

Ah man, I had so much fun at the end, and the timer ran out QQ

digging from beneath the earth

the mole men are coming

what is your life really worth

now that the mole men are coming

hide your money hide your wife

the mole men's urges are undefined

we know they're greedy and all alone

no mole women in their homes

they're here to steal human wives

to make their babies and extent their lives

so what're you gunna do

now that the mole men have come

and what will be left of you

when the mole men are done

hide your money and your wives

the mole men's urges are undefined

we know they're greedy and alone

no mole women in their homes

they've come to steal human wives

moleman 1: but not her, she's fat

moleman 2: w-we're not trying to be rude, it... it's just that she wouldn't fit back down the hole

Living deep beneath the streets, in the dark and in the cold
We are the mole people, a secret world we hold
Our homes are tunnels and caves, where the sun never shines
We hide from the outside world, where hope and love resigns