S4E5: It's Me, Diapers!

This is our most unhinged ep 5 yet. We talk superpowers, dark web librarians, and how to recognize when your favorite podcast is incapable of putting out a bad episode.Jam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we are challenged to write a song demo from scratch every episode. If you'd like to download the demos: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bandcamp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Our Music:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Narcissist Cookbook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bug Hunter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Our Discord-- SPOILERS BELOW ----Bug's Song--Title: Richard NoirPrompt: Structural Integrity and Failure -> 9/11 -> The War on TerrorLyrics:The names ichard, like Richard with No RI was 2 minutes from flying the coop whensome little bird wanders in out the rainlooking for helpShe goes on and on about a strange manthat's popped up in her families neighborhoodshe's clearly traveled a long ways for my helpI can tell from her plumage she ain't from 'round hereWhats a rural bird doing so far from homeI ain't got time for bird-house callsI've never been an early bird but even I know that no goodever comes from staying out this lateBut then she drops the crucial detail that stops me in my tracks"he ain't moved in a week"hmm, that is interesting. Anyone who knows anything about manknows that they are fidgety and quick -- always on the moveMaybe its time to see what happens when this unstoppable forcemeets an immovable objectSo me and the little bird fly back to her home in the stickslittle farm just west of cityville and we set up an old-fashioned stake outAnd sure as sunshine, this ain't no wild goose chaseTheres a man towering over the corn fieldHer first instinct is to bury her head in the dirt butI've crapped on enough statues to know that nothing was evergonna get this beast to give chaseThat's a scare crow, ya scared crow.tell your scared folks to be scared no morethis rare foe couldn't hurt a sparrow, ya know?With that I left her in the rain,another mystery solvedShe shouts after me:How can I ever repay you, Richard??I say: It's Ichard, Noir!-- Matt's Song --Title: Poison IvyPrompt: Magia Naturalis -> Poison -> Poison IvyLyrics:So you're walking through the woods in the US of A Got your booty shorts on like you do every dayYou get your bare feet rocking, letting the dogs hang outYou got your shirt off too cause it's 100 degreesBerry picking cause you got a hunger to feedthis is what being free is all aboutYou're kicking through the forest out on your ownIf you remember one thing then remember this poemIf you see three leaves better let it because it's poison ivySo you're hiking through Australia to a beauty spotYou ain't wearing nothing but your booty shortsJust you and the sand and the sun on the back of your neckWhen out of the corner of your eyeYou see a little windy cunt, a slithering guyYou can cross his path or you can turn around and head backYou're kicking through the outback out on your ownIf you remember one thing then remember this poemIf the red touches yella, it'll kill a fellaThat's a fackin coral snakeSo you're picking through the wreckage of humanity's hubrisYou've found a stockpile of salt and canned foodFilling your pockets as much as your booty shorts will allowYour saliva glands ache at the sight of this mealWhen up the back of your neck runs a shivering thrillThere is something amiss, a presence malignant and foulSo you're kicking through the deadzone out on your ownIf you remember one thing then remember this poemIf it bleeds black flies, best cover your eyesIf it smells like sulphur, don't let it touch yaIf it burns with cold fire, free your heart from desireThose are lucifer's heraldsBaby it's as easy as 1 2 3My mnemonics got you jogging all your memoriesIf you see three leaves better let it because it's poison ivy