We’re all gonna have to hit the road at some point, and maybe some of us before others. Might be the waters (or lack of water) that makes us pack the family station wagon with just the essentials and hit the road. Might be the fungi, might be the weather, might be bombs, might be a specific guy who’s after you, or maybe it’ll just be the people in uniforms. It’s usually the people in uniforms, though isn’t it? Maybe hats?
Nothing beats the feeling of filling up the gas tank in the Honda Fit, having recently had an oil change, and checking that the tires are filled up just right. Top it off a little and let those few free extra drops of sweet gasoline drip into the tank. Right after you screw the cap on til you get that click, get in, and shift into gear, it’s a nice feeling to know that *IF* the time leave is RIGHT NOW, then your freshly fueled car (which happens to get better than average mileage) is likely in the 99.9th percentile right now for how far you can get before needing to stop and refuel.
So. I don’t want anything bad to happen, but if it does, I’ve got flashlights and some bottled water. And a small part of me does want to experience a world with no speed limits or right-of-way rules
i wrote and recorded and abandoned a folky songy song. then the next day i read a new poem and whipped this one out. No electro instruments in week 1; almost only electro instruments for this assignment.
Built for the weather, if ever, if ever
Escape from the city whenever whenever
Scrape up the feelings and pass her just pass her
Full tank, connecticut, go faster go faster
Filled her up yester
Day, westward and step on’t
Step on it you bastard
Just the blast the horn, blast it
Ween bumper sticker is all that you’ll see
When we leave the city and we flee baby wee
safest Place in the world
Is with me when I’m driving
when the rules are called off
Baby that’s when I’m thriving
ghosts of the tree people
moving among us,
unable to take their rest
Like the last of us fungus
didn’t read the full poem I
Just really read some of it
Found an italics line, and
slapped Bass and drum on it
OH, SIDENOTE TAHAT I FORGOT TO MENTION: The guitar line at the end was also written before i wrote the song, so i sort of added it in in a similar way as the lyrics. It’s a little jumpy and the phrasing is different than the beats, bars, and groups of bars and i think it sounds cool.
Looking for feedback on
One neighbor i must not annoy, and he's got a dirty diaper. the rest of the neighbors can deal with it. hows the loudness, the singing? i dont have studio monitors so this was jut headphones and macbook speakers. suggestions plz