Musicsong List

2011-10-07T20:39:00.000-07:00

Synth/Techno/Electronic Songs

-Hunger Machines:
"What's a hunger machine?" you may, but won't, ask. A noun (also a noun). It's an angry, fabricating, scheming, and vile collection of cogs and belts that manufactures whatever it is you hate, but are unable to stop, consuming. It's everything artificial that you dislike, and less. Much less.

-Electro Funk Jumbalia:
Back when I hadn't yet considered existing, people were once funky. They weren't just funky, they also GOT funky. In movies, men with afros and long cars found flight off the concavities of seemingly ordinary city bridges. I can only assume these films reflected, and reflected only, real life. I was born some time later, and lived a most unfunky life. Until... never. They were the Sunday jivers.

-Kung-Fu Techno:
Even as the world's first punch landed, music existed. Though it hadn't been heard, it was always there. Before music, men and women struck each others bodies relentlessly, in an effort to produce what would later be known as rhythm. And thus, as violence evolved, so had music. Real fighters dance. And real dancers are just that, real.

- The Ill of Rights:
What piece of legislature might you possess if you had the absolute right to be as ill as you wished? What official document wouldst thou carry, if the limitations of being ill were non-existent? Well, my friend, that document does not exist. But there is this song.

-Future:
In the future, there is no wood. And you best believe nothing is brown or green. There is only future. Even in the future they refer to themselves as inhabitants of the future. There is is no present, and there sure as shoe-shine ain't no past. All they have are lights and steel. I will one day go there. I'm there now. And now. And now.

-March of Lights:
At night, wherever you are not, there's some kind of parade that goes on. Probably a fantastic barrage of colours and noise, the likes of which have never been seen, and never will be. Not by you, at least.

-Technoir:
Under a building nobody looks at, there's a gathering of jumping people covered in paint. They think they enjoy songs like this. So they do.

-Fast Capture Traffico:
Let's drive down a highway!

Rocklike Songs

-Mundane Drive:
I remember driving through the desert like it was yesterday's two days from now. The heat was too much for me and my colleague, the tires had melted, and so we found cover under a pile of sand. After a night's worth of discomfort, I dug my way out of that sandy, seepy, god-forsaken tomb. My friend, on the other hand, was not as lucky. He punched his way out, and it hurt his knuckles something fierce.

-Shark or the Gun:
And so which would you rather jump: the shark or the gun? Does this question make sense? No. Does it sound cool? Yes. Well, yes. It does. But does it? Yes.

-Spinning:
If dry ice exists, why can't there be dry water? All you have to do, is melt the dry ice. Then we can all swim in the dry water, and never worry about towels again.

-Going Home:
What's there to say? Any word ever.

-Imposium:
Could this song be six minutes shorter? Yes, it could it be. But should it be? The answer again, is yes. Time is an illusion, but the length of this song is very real, however labelled. Why is it so long? No idea. Why is anything anything? It has to be. Does this have to be so long, though? No. What? Yes.

-Rivers:
Have you ever just wondered, where is all this water going? How does it keep falling from rocks? How does it continue to flow into oceans? Well my friend, behind these questions, there is some very basic science, that I choose not to reveal to you.

Pretty songs

-Something Else:
Have you ever just asked yourself, what am I doing with my life? Then you look around, and you remember, "oh yeah, I'm at the coffee shop." Funny, how we can suddenly just forget what we're doing.

-The Funeral Song:
I've never been to a funeral. But the word contains the word "fun", and if you rearrange the remaining letters, it spells out "real". Fun real? Real fun? Yeah, if you enjoy the company of corpses maybe. What a load of baloney. I prefer to be surrounded by the living, thank you. If you're dead, you can just go to heaven for all I care. Please don't hang around.

-Sing Day:
I remember the summer of 1963, ol' Jimmy walked into the ol' local recording studio with nothing but a ol' soap box guitar, an ol' smile on his face, and a pocketful of dreams. I remember when ol' Johnny told him, "Kid, ya got yaself a hit. You're gonna be a star, I tells ya!" I thought ol' Jimmy was gonna be alright. A year later, he fell into a volcano. Let that be a lesson to you. Things. Can. And. Might. Happen.

-Piana:
I remember a long time ago an old friend told me, "that all men live, but few die". I told him he had that expression backwards. Then he said, "I know," and flew away. It was at that moment I realized, yes, he had said the expression wrong. But he could fly, so whether he placed words in the correct order or not was not important.

Miscellaneous

-End of a film:
After the final act, there was an uproar of displeasure amongst the crowd. Allegedly, someone had defecated into a paper bag, and had it passed along each row of unsuspecting movie-goers whilst they watched the film. They each had a sniff, and apparently hadn't realized what they had done until the instant after the movie had ended. It was a very good movie.

-History Times:
And to my great-great-grandson, a message. Hello! Young lad. I am your ancestor. I lived a long time ago. When the internet was on computers.

-Interstella:
In space, nobody can hear you ask yourself how you possibly could have ended up out there.

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