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Lyric Snippets

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some lyric snippets i've come up with since the beginning of june 2026
you said you were sober, i told you you're lying you said it's over, i said you were dying but you couldn't care, wouldn't ruffle your hair and now i'm looking through every text you ever sent to me now it's all lies, and i can't remember if you could try to get to november but you won't even try, you won't even try, you won't even try no more so i take you to the place where we go on the walks where we are together and i make you try to make me go to another, to another, to another november
i'm sorry eliza that i couldn't please ya while we listened to weezer, like scrooge ebenezer playin that fortnite, like we would do all night yeah it's all that i can think about, all that i can think about
are you sorry that you told me that a thousand years ago you had your little story and now you're on your own you've got all the time to make and all the time to break and you can't just make an ancient cow we pow doobah deebah dobby dow
i'm in the garage with the doors closed, lights off the car is still running, but i do not give a shit, nah it could be the last night if i just would close my eyes i start to cry confounding conditions got me feeling superstitions but i don't know if i make it out if i could stop all these practices, i would not eat a laxative and i would not be lactose intolerant but my stomach doesn't agree with all of the cheese that i eat and i think that that's on me
walking down the interstate pray to god i won't be late i hope that i can see my friends again ain't seen shit for empty miles and every driver gives a smile but won't ever pull over here again
such a bittersweet ending gotta see you again, my friend, i'm not sending myself just another way, i hope i see you on this second day... please make it home safe
maybe i could borrow a hammer so i could try to fix my problems tonight well maybe i can borrow a screwdriver so i can make one good tonight

Follow Me Down [DEMO + Lyrics]

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Just a little warning: the recording and lyrics for this song are mostly improvised, so this is nowhere near finished lol, nor do I expect things to make sense...

so follow me down to another country where you cannot stay in my arms right now and i cannot wait for you to be in my arms again oh, now i am so... and if i must wait, i will not cry again i'm not alone said i know words can be such innocent mistakes, ohhhh and i have nothing else to wipe my tears, away my jealous face, woah and i will not wait for all the tears to come down my face if i'm alone and i will not turn bad blood into the arms of war, i'm dumb enough but i do not know what the future will bring i do not know what the future will bring

The recording was taken over christmas break at the SCDMS house

Coffee [DEMO + Lyrics]

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a cute lil demo about grabbing coffee and building resilience, lyrics and chords are both improvised

do you wanna grab coffee? we could make it a whole date we could put flowers in our hair as we march against the state do you wanna build resilience? against the fascist machine we could talk to each other, we could build our routine do you wanna grab coffee? do you wanna grab coffee? does your caffeine addiction look like all that affliction in the world is on the way to be cut down if you could bring tomorrow to a better place would you? do you have the energy to do that yet? or do you need to get coffee? do you wanna grab coffee? we could talk about the world we could talk about the way we do our hair and make our curls do you wanna do coffee? we could do just about anything there's nothing stopping us from taking over the fucking world with our coffee date... do you wanna grab coffee? [seagull noises]

The recording was done in the parking lot behind the mall on my lunch break...

A Brief Reintroduction to Life [MIDI DEMO]

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a song that will lyrically be about coming back to the lady he's been obsessing over, to tell her everything, near the end of the album. it's all midi currently.
A broken door, a face in horror A man you thought had given everything he had To you for just a crumb of reassurance, Tried to get away but he could not escape We ran through the streets like we were lovers, Do you remember the way you looked at We were fearless, stopping at the gas station for cheap boner pills The way you stood alone, in a meadow of roses and knives. You had everything at once, but you threw it away for A piece of some cheap destiny, a moment that could never go away The cop in your head arresting me, I brought you a fish filet!

Sometimes the Best Self-Deprecation is Just Self-Reflection DEMO + Lyrics

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find me another place to sleep always closer to you when I am in my dreams. you don't know it yet, but you're the one for me... at least that's what my mental illness thinks. if I went crazy, would you still be there for me? if I went crazy, would you put a bullet in me? like a rabid dog, i'll be dying alone in a place i can't quite call my home i am not myself, i am just a reflection of you a mirror, you know that is true give me an ounce of sympathy so my stupid heart will begin to bleed i'll fall in love with almost anything doesn't negate what you mean to me. if i went missing, would you go look for me? if i went missing, woud you be the one who kidnapped me? like a rabid dog, i'll be dying alone in a place i can't quite call my home i am not myself, i am just a reflection of you a mirror, you know that is true like a rabid dog, i'll be dying alone in a place i can't quite call my home i am not myself, i am just a reflection of you a mirror, you know that is true

Here's a demo recording I made of this song I made in Sudbury when I was alone at the SuperCDMS house over the Christmas break.

Song idea: detector noise as percussion

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Build a rhythm out of clicks, relay noises, serial connection tones, ventilation hum, and Geiger-counter pulses.

Possible structure: quiet detector ambience, then bass enters, then everything collapses into a loud fast section.

Concept Album Overview – “Blood Stained Hands (TBD)” by Crust after Curfew

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A mentally ill young adult becomes infatuated with this girl he met at a punk show.

From his POV: A young man meets a girl at a punk show. She’s beautiful and funny and really cool. They start spending a lot of time together, and she is showing a lot of interest in him and is giving him signs that she wants to leave her boyfriend for him. So much so, that she is consistently trying to spend time with him instead of her bf. So he tries to convince her to just break up with the bf. She refuses, which leads him to believe that the bf has some serious leverage over her and is controlling/abusive, because she loves him, why wouldn’t she leave the bf for him? He subsequently starts looking into how to get rid of the bf. He decides that he is going to kill the bf, and run away with the girl like bonnie and clyde. So he looks into how to get away with murder, and realizes that the government has cameras on every street corner and they track everything, and so he becomes paranoid about that. He meticulously plans the murder out and executes it all according to plan, delivering to the girl her boyfriend’s freshly cut-out heart as a token of his devotion. Surprisingly, she does not like this, even though she had so clearly led him to believe this is what she wanted. In order to avoid capture, he must run away immediately, so he catches a frieght train out of town and sends her letters and postcards declaring his love to her. But being on the rails is lonesome, so he gets to thinking and realizes that his POV has been completely skewn by a psychotic/delusional episode. From the reflective/outside POV: A young man meets a girl at a punk show. She’s beautiful and funny and really cool. They quickly become friends and spend time together often. Out of the blue, he pleads with her to leave her boyfriend of three years for him. She’s shocked and obviously refuses, and seriously cuts down the amount of time she spends with him, usually now bringing the boyfriend along. The guy is clearly on edge and having some sort of issues, but she cares about him (he is her friend after all). One day in the snowy season, she’s on a walk with her boyfriend in a public park and he needs to use the bathroom. After he locks the door to the public park restroom, she hears him scream in agony, and thusforth calls the police. A few minutes of panic pass and her friend emerges from the bathroom, covered in blood from head to toe, holding the heart of her now-dead boyfriend and tells her that they need to run away together so they can live out their lives like they were always meant to, they didn’t have to be star-crossed lovers anymore. She is horrified and betrayed and terrified of what happens if she says no, so she sprints full force and dives into the lake at the park, swimming as fast as she can away while screaming bloody murder. The guy disappears into the night before the police show up. A few weeks later, while she is still processing and mourning the death of her lover, letters and postcards start showing up in her mailbox with no return address, that are obviously from the guy, asking her to run away with him like bonnie and clyde. He goes through the process of realizing and grieving both the loss of his POV and the gravity of what he actually did (even though he never fully leaves the delusional mental state). He convinces himself that he can right his wrongs, and writes her about how he realizes he was wrong, apologizing, and telling her that he will make up for it. On the one-year anniversary of the crime, he shows up on her doorstep. When she answers, she is justifiably terrified but he doesn’t realize that. It angers him that she is scared after all he’s done for her, all he’s learned and grown for her, it was all for her. He forces his way into the house and monologues about all of his feelings, how he figured out he was wrong and delusional, even finding a letter he wrote that was on the coffee table in her house and reading it aloud. He is talking about how much he’s learned and changed and he eventually gets to what he’s doing right now, apologizes, and promptly shoots himself in the head while standing in front of her, as she cowers in her recliner horrified.

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The Undying Melancholy of Living in a Surveillance State [Lyrics]

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a song i wrote about the surveillance state. Chords: C - E - Am - G - F - Fm
When every intersection's gonna read your license plate, What's the point in even trying to obfuscate? All the words you say online are in a database, They build a file against us, they know all our names. Just give up, there's no hope. If you want to take a stand, I'll watch you tie your rope. Give up, there's no point. The state has finally won the battle for your life. And if you'd rather spout the notion that you can avoid the camera lens, Remember that the final straw is your family and your friends. If they know anything about what you might want to do, The state has a glowing agent assigned just for you So give up, there's no hope. If you want to take a stand, I'll watch you tie your rope. Give up, there's no point. The state has finally won the battle for your life. And if the words to this song make you want to end your life, Then the propaganda's won, bow down and kiss the knife. But if you want to take a stand, then come and sing with me There's a world where we can organize underneath their watchful glee. Make it look like we give up, act like there's no hope. We could slyly take a stand, but we'll still be tying rope. If we give up, then there's no point. The state will never win as long as we're alive Give up, there's no hope. If you want to take a stand, I'll watch you tie your rope. Give up, there's no point. The state has finally won the battle for your life.

Happy Birthday [DEMO + Lyrics]

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a song i wrote for beans's birthday
happy birthday happy birthday to you happy birthday to all your friends and fuck you too! happy birthday i hope you know that you smell like a monkey and look like one too happy birthday happy happy birthday i know that you are gonna drink your life away and that's what you gotta do happy birthday happy birthday to you i know that you're ready happy birthday to you happy birthday

i recorded this demo in the bus, parked on south street in rapid city

Fascist Paradise [DEMO + Lyrics]

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a song about the way that friendships are systematically undervalued under capitalism.
the world has thoughts about you and me the way we think about society and it all reflects on who we are how are we gonna pay the rent if we can't make a fucking cent the world will kill us for who we are we're living in a fascist paradise living in a fascist paradise we all know the world can't be that nice we're living in a fascist paradise friends will fall into the cracks and the time we spend together lacks 'cos money controls what we do so we'll all grow farther apart before we say goodbye for the last time it's what we do we're living in a fascist paradise living in a fascist paradise we all know the world can't be that nice we're living in a fascist paradise let's all stand together come brothers and sisters and tear apart the enemy we'll take down the system and give everyone the freedom to live together in anarchy we're living in a fascist paradise living in a fascist paradise we all know the world can't be that nice we're living in a fascist paradise the world has thoughts about you and me the way we think about society and it all reflects on who we are

i recorded this demo in the bus, parked on west boulevard in rapid city

Crust After Curfew: Demo 2022

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