Guitarrorist
I was supposed to prepare for some of my finals today. I was also supposed to have writers block. Then, what do you know, I wrote a new song. So uh, “Go eat a dick, Truancy Bot!”
It’s called Dynamite, here are the lyrics:
Dynamite
You’re dynamite
And a laser beam and
I want to smuggle you
Across state linesI’ll set you off
In a public place
And watch the crowds
Joy coming out the faceYou’re gasoline
And wedding rice
Puppy dog tails
And cinnamon spiceI’ll turn you on
In the mall
And watch the cops
Lose control of it allAnd Philadelphia
Will burn down one of these days
You’ll be the only one who makes it
And I’ll know why
I also wrote a song about oranges a few days ago:
Dressed in Orange
Leaning back in his chair dangerously
With a pile of orange peels in his lap
His fingers smell like the oils
And if it gets in his eyes he’ll cry
But she was deliciousWhat of these fruits with no seeds
What do they grow from any way
A tree that never dies
This is what history could taste like
And she was so deliciousAnd I love these oranges
And I love these oranges to death
Both of these fresh tracks are now available on the Meat Machine page over on the Internet Archive. I refreshed the page today, and the full lineup now includes the demo I recorded with Tom, a bunch of covers I did for fun, and several tracks from the new album. This, my first full length release, is tentatively titled “Interstate 80”. I can’t decide if I want to re-record all of the tracks for the new album in one sitting to achieve a more homogeneous mix, or if I like the sonic variety.