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I am uploading this again with some very minor but very important changes (important to me, anyway). This is my newest song, about modernism, the future, the past, Platonism, materialism, graphic design, and other things. I guess that sounds kind of pretentious? Named after the font. I really would like some feedback, as I have got none so far. I am still working on this so all thoughts are helpful.
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Lyrics
As I sit and learn geometry in my cold sparse living room,
just outside the figures loom, trading information,
O O O Neoplasticism.
And they say that ideas are real, like the numbers in the sky,
like all those unspoken lies that we tell each other,
O O O Neoplatonism.
She lives in Sunset Junction, says she's an artist.
Lots of pretty colors, but I'm not impressed by her.
Life in the future is streamlined,
simple words and sleek, bold designs.
I'm sick of saying what I don't mean,
speak your mind after all we're all machines.
And I know I'll be a happy man, if I find I'm still alive,
in nineteen-hundred twenty-five. I hope I can make it.
O O O Neoplasticism.
She just got back from China, now she's a Buddhist.
I just called to remind her that I'm not impressed by her.
Life in the future is unkind,
but at least I know I'll find
balanced proportion and harmony,
complicated simplicity.
I write my letters in Futura.
I write my letters in Futura.
I write my letters in Futura.
just outside the figures loom, trading information,
O O O Neoplasticism.
And they say that ideas are real, like the numbers in the sky,
like all those unspoken lies that we tell each other,
O O O Neoplatonism.
She lives in Sunset Junction, says she's an artist.
Lots of pretty colors, but I'm not impressed by her.
Life in the future is streamlined,
simple words and sleek, bold designs.
I'm sick of saying what I don't mean,
speak your mind after all we're all machines.
And I know I'll be a happy man, if I find I'm still alive,
in nineteen-hundred twenty-five. I hope I can make it.
O O O Neoplasticism.
She just got back from China, now she's a Buddhist.
I just called to remind her that I'm not impressed by her.
Life in the future is unkind,
but at least I know I'll find
balanced proportion and harmony,
complicated simplicity.
I write my letters in Futura.
I write my letters in Futura.
I write my letters in Futura.
jgurner
:)
Nice tune. Like the jangally, acoustic feel. Cool lyrics. The mix sounds pretty good. Maybe a little more bass to it, but otherwise I like it.