S2E6: A Feral Yeehaw

On Episode 6 we get tripped up on cantrips before Joshua David MG gives us a songwriting prompt that'll make you ask: Did they just write the songs of the summer??? If you'd like downloadable files for this episode (and the demos we showed off), ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠you can go to our Bandcamp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to pay-what-you-want to support us! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Challenge: "Did I just write the song of the summer???" ----------------- BUG'S SONG Title: Loud and Clear Lyrics: You're playin' DJ on our road trip and my ears are going numb It's taking every bit of patience not to mute it with my thumb maybe pretend that it malfunctioned and I'll fix it when we stop but then you say "this one's my favorite" and you crank the volume knob Why do you like this stuff, I haven't got a clue what made a middle class big city girl like only country tunes you don't square dance in your Daisy Dukes or line up in your boots and you you ain't ever seen the inside of a country town saloon I've tried to give it all a chance, I promise you I did but I can't tell when one song ends and when the next hit song begins twenty minutes in... lets just call it what it is every hit song of the summer sounds a little bit like this: a big bar crowd sing-a-long a four-chord kinda country song where the chorus always mentions beer and the title, the title hits loud and clear Its always so repetitive, they've got nothing to say every aspect is generic, every lyric feels cliché I respect the men and women and the instruments they play but the hacks that they are backing have put all their skills to waste cause the stars are all so similar, so handsome, could it be another well-connected white boy up and moved to Tennessee Has a network out in Nashville, plays a chord or two or three add a fourth and ride a horse and you can end up on TV singin' But did you ever think... [See website for remaining lyrics!] ----------------- MATT'S SONG Title: Comparing Yourself to a Sillhouette Lyrics: Amelia was born on a saturday night in the heat of july in the heart of america and while the city slept, her mother showed her the sky and speckles of starlight settled on her eyes and little Amelia Earhart knew one day she would fly No that's not what happened Can someone tell me why we obsessively mythologise real people, real lives like this Like no one truly exists unless they live between the lines of a fairy story someone writes? Is it not enough for someone just to have lived, you know? And to have lived extraordinarily? Amelia 'melia, please Come back to earth some time I'm dangling here by a wire And it doesn't feel like flying. Do you think jesus understood that it wasn't enough to be a good man? To be wise and patient and kind? Do you think he knew that in order for his message to outlive him he would have to be canonised, and to be canonised he would have to die before his time? Or was that narrative thrust upon him Against his will By a disciple who loved the message more than the man And who knew that humans don't trust humans We trust gods And so this all too human friend of his would have to Whether he wanted to or not Become a god Or be forgotten And here I am, trying to be the best version of me that I can Comparing myself to these silhouettes who In the way they're presented at least Didn't exist Thinking that because I don't have a narrative Because you couldn't project my story on the screen That somehow makes me less real And the thing is I don't think I'm accepting that I think i'm trying to turn myself into a story To see myself as I see them As only a silhouette