Week 43 - nuancedgluon - 9 05

This is the first song I've made using my new Waldorf Iridium Core, sequenced and arranged within the Dirtywave m8,with additional vocal FX and mixing done in Ableton. This is a continuation of my projecct Baby's First Wavetable, which documents my adventure in sound design with wavetables. This track marks the start of my next project, however, as the previous one is now complete. You can find the lossless version of this song here, hosted under my Gluonced Mixtape, a constantly updated compilation of my catchiest, most-complete experimental music. If you found this track fun at all, I urge you to check out the rest of the mixtape linked above. › Lyrics:‹ Lyrics:Stagnant factors predate why they inebriate These malignant actors just lactate freebase Why bleate when there's left for seed ate? I syncopate while I rebate 'n breathe eights Assessing 'fore confessing and clearing the CMOS I'm addressing who is clearly the boss From delicatessen to treetops, I scream free-thought It seems that regressing is all that we got Bitch, I'm rocking these Reeboks socks in Weehawkin They see me, thinkin' "Yo, please stalk him" Meanwhile, I'm sittin' here thinkin' "yo, these trees' talkin" We wild, these thoughts, I segregate 'em and go fully Balkan Not much to sully, to what you have me chalkin' Stack racks like buddies, Jackson-Mcculey Culkin Or whiff and write 'em off stiffly, oh so Tolkien'd Leavin' clique gawkin' just to dip to the Falklands I'm so lightning-in-a-bottle This ain't Miami or Seattle Herd heard words like cattle Absurd curds disturb the already-rattled Not one for battles My type's one to self-tattle Up craps creek -with no potable paddle How the soap seeks Who's so dotable, just dabble Mounting saddle Bouncing their gavel with babble Countin' on bein' ready for battle Wanton thoughts steadily travel Don't associate with the rabble We're so federally frazzled . Anyways then, my patience: all aboard Ain't clicked with pairs/relations, you can call me coarse Reach my station 'n you can call me yours Those quick to neglect equation, prepare to be absorbed Sit and stare till I'm stiff off air Offline, you bought mine Dawg, it's cough time, crime flare Gloss the boss, I bought time Fit you right, pegged quick to go square Catalysts to eventual nightmares A basilisk, yet sensual if you dare The maskless'll dent you all, lest you care Throw the past right out there Stow dough and bash with kraut hair You doubt my snare, I doubt I care I doubt amount, my snout's bout to hit tare You on some? I stay chasing Circlon gon' slay me, no way, obey he You on sume? Then face me Hertz gon' bake thee, no fakie You want ssome? No back-takesies Try and dom, fate bleeds, create he You gone some? Belate free Bound to Sodom, contain he, no fakie This kind is mine, filet me. Bust a pocket, no safety The crowd chimes, whether "blaow" or chow time They stay askin' "how high to stave me" I just tell 'em plainly: "9.05 baby" Thoughts I can't protect, contaminated with regret Current state might date me or cauterize fatally Create just to sate creeps, askin' "how much to blame me?" I just tell 'em plainly: "9.05 baby" . Curses Cop 'em with beastly, least-modest verses Blindly curbin' anything to stop the circus Clot sinus and drape the snot in bottle service "Your highness, his kind's got me kinda nervous" God bless this cerebral exit wound The end is better off soon Rock insanity set to oh-so-quite heady tunes The vanity crams a much wetter, fair-weather afternoon Enticed, how much can they see of my schizo headcanon? Counter the beef 'n skip dull thoughts before I ban 'em Think twice and stick thrice before ya' stan 'em Bouncin' on teeth, retreat's at the core of the anthem My tendencies say "Aye, the Zeitgeist is white weed" Vent and see till they just might fight me Bent at knees, flight over fight-and-bleed Credit the fleas with the blight that I breathe It's up - breathe till rip duct Could clique up off no margarita Bitches - they get tripped up I'm Piplup, you're Chikorita Speakin' of which, chicks wanna meet er You frick with Tina, we fit to play you slick, meaner Pricks and drippin' slits, not for one the squeemer Turn you to flick like shit only seen in theater Talkin bout T-shirts? Ain't so secret keepers when you hide and seek in bursts Lacking quirk, no need to bleed thirst, you bum ass Run so fast, leavin' nothin but liters, sneakers, and cash . I'm trackin', you're soaked, adjust you one tick at a time Attackin', robustly croaked, one lick from one with no spine Its cowardice, I suppose my flavors are the sourest I cower, it's lit, leave both them and me powerless Scalability got me feelin elastic Gotta free me, reducing base-ten No civility, leave you reelin', impacted Wanna see me do it again? I come correct, while you call collect Enthrall and stall with sets 'till I sum 'n reset I don't lie, I'm crazy. Askin' to rate how I been lately I just tell 'em plainly: "9.05 baby" Thoughts I can't protect, contaminated with regret Current state might date me or cauterize fatally Create just to sate creeps, askin' "how much to blame me?" I just tell 'em plainly: "9.05 baby" 2026 Copyright All rights reserved