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ZeCoop: Once again, @Vomvorton has brought the goods and brought out the vibe I didn't even know a song could have. I had written a bouncy (I thought) song on electric piano and thought "well, that's pretty happy sounding"! As often happens, I played around, trying other sounds to add and found that vibes added to the happiness. (Okay, I do understand that MY version of musical ‘happiness’ may be a little bit skewed) Thinking it was done, I sent it to Tom. But then I heard some of the ZeCoopDrums in my head and realized that with some modifications, one of them would fit really well. The song was starting, slowly, to change its mood I realized, and I sent THAT version to Tom. To me, one of the very best things in FAWM is getting an e-mail from a collaborator that was working on a song and after telling my wife I had no idea what I'd be doing today this came in. Tom, as he often does, has transformed what (to me) seemed a perfectly 'normal' song into a story with twists and turns and so much more. Fuzz is always the best, but I just love hearing him craft lyrical ideas and soundscapes. I love where this went... :)
VomVorton:
It definitely sounded a little creepy and sinister to me! I've had a really annoying sore throat this week but I figured I'd push through it and get this collaboration done. Resistentialism is the belief that inanimate objects can be spiteful, which is something I discovered midway working through the lyrics and seemed to fit with everything else. Sorry it came out so miserable! But in my defence, everything is awful.
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ZeCoop played:
Yamaha P120 electric piano (Rhodes and Vibes sounds)
1973 Ludwig Hollywood drums
VomVorton played:
G&L Fallout guitar through the Raise Hell fuzz
lyrics
time goes so slow when you're walking on coals
and the world keeps on stoking the embers
trying to get past the pain and regret
but there's always someone who remembers
you try to block out the light
you consider giving up
you try to throw away the memories
but bins have a way of filling up
stopped at the door by a figure who's sure
that your name is not there on the list
a frown and a fine, to the back of the line
to consider whether you really exist
you want to shout your name
find somebody else to blame
before you're trapped in this prison
of resistentialism
you think you recognise a face
but it fades without a trace
and your reflection eyes you as you pass
malice through the looking glass
and of course you know that it can't be true
but it feels like the fates are being spiteful
and you're only pretending that the tunnel is ending
when you're back at the start of the cycle
you try to block out the light
you consider giving up
you try to throw away the memories
but bins have a way of filling up
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