thought i'd be the one

to subvert expectation

but look at what i've done

just more of the same

i thought it'd never end

the joy found in creation

but i found that in time

it all goes away

i did this to myself

i think i need some help

it's time that i do some introspection

stuffed myself in a box

these lyrics all sound off

i think i need to find a new direction

i did this to myself

i think i need some help

i think i lost that human connection

i'm trapped inside a box

i know that i sound off

i think i need a sense of direction 

"Come on Eric it's not soo bad. One day we will upgrade our boxed house, into a brick and mortar house! You just gotta use your Vivid Imagination!"

This track is a combination of childlike melodies and cutesy synth chords. It started out as a piano sketch, but i built upon it in a synthetic way, because it's different, and makes it more...in line with what i wanted it to be. At the time i was thinking of some kind of childlike imagination with this box, but then i saw the lack of shoes and thought, if the people were homeless. However i encounter them frequently in my country, and 99 percent have footwear so maybe this is a more abstract thing. Oh well this is what i was going for at the time, using my time crunch, so i hope you enjoy!

Hey Pocky Way by The Meters cover. I'm using ohc as practice, I hope yall don't mind. Imagine celebrating mardi gras in a small box on bourbon street.

Accidentally de-tuned the music box forcing me to work in a key I usually never do. I don't even know what key it is. Given I was already doing things I wouldn't normally do, I did the same with the rhythms.

I keep trying... I keep trying to breath, but sometimes I just can't. I'll resist, and I'll endure.

Break me free

Rip apart the box round my mind

Give imperfections their space r

My limits are no longer jailed inside

[verse]

an overnight delivery

i thought the mail would be there in time for her

my faraway love

but no the package disappeared

oh, was it lost as i had feared? then it came 

to my door

[chorus]

oh what's inside the box (does it really matter)

is that really my box (that returned to me)

oh what's inside the box (it had been my answer)

for what's inside the box (is a part of me)

[verse]

how much of me i gave away

my heart, my soul and everything i am

with postage attached

like that, the box was turned away

rejected by a stranger i thought i knew

now no more

Missed last thursday due to technical issues and this thursday i missed the first 20 minutes