At the office
I’m a new commotion
A commercial space
Into their mind
Into their eyes
But my mouth could murmur
Some gentle sounds
Show me how you got there
Show me your little prayer
Said caution?
Ain’t no direction
I’m losin’ proportion
Need some concrete notions
Or I’ll abandon
See my lips ain’t no longer movin’
It’s my pills
It’s my daily
Reconstruction
How can I afford
Another ego loss,man
‘cause
I’m the blueprint
The blueprint of your system
I’m the virus
I’m the virus
The blackout
The weakling child
Bulletproof for a soldier
Bury me
In there beautiful garden
The stones
And the leaves that are fallin’
While I am waiting
I’m never complainin’
Ok
The circuits
The circuits
I’ve nothing to sell
I’ve blown up a fuse
And I ain’t got no more lights
No more lights
No more electronic teenage fury
No more hearts,
No more spades,
Loving the queer,
Killing the queen
I’m the virus
I’m the virus
The blackout
The weakling child
Bulletproof for a soldier
Bury me
In there beautiful garden
The stones
And the leaves that are fallin’
As you might guess from the title, this is strange and eerie synth music meant to conjure a mystical film where all is not what it seems. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 14, 2023
Glowing melodic synth sequences meet jagged noise and other industrial textures on this new LP by soundtrack composer René G. Boscio. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 13, 2020